bushfires
5 posts
3PM
Poetry
Here: 3PM / & lonely stinging nettle / gathers grossly at my ankles, taking them for a quick bath
Lessons We Learned
Memoir
After a long, anxiety-inducing summer spent isolated with my parents in our family home on the burning NSW South Coast, it seems I learned some lessons about dread and impending doom that have come in handy.
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The New Norm
Poetry
Smoke and haze / Dreams ablaze / Patiently waiting, for Death’s sweet gaze
prequel of dystopia
Audio
cold night, light rain, empty streets, thick smoke.
On Leaders in Crisis.
Articles
A car radio plays nearby, feeding through evacuation information and the phone numbers of relief services. A few feet away, my boyfriend watches a press conference by Daniel Andrews, who tells us that, as of 9:30am, 28 people are missing.
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