ephemera
5 posts
Smoke.
Poetry
I think we were his ghosts, Pulling up at the pub he never opened, While the car radio played the news. Smoke. It was just a pit stop along the highway - a
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Walking at Dusk: My Inner Monologue
Memoir
I have an inner monologue that is constantly running, like the voiceover in some off-beat Australian dramedy. Walking down the street is like the first sequence of ‘Offspring’.
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Strawberries and Cheese
Memoir
It's been a long while since I've eaten strawberries with cheese. My recent lack of strawberries and cheese seems to me a sign that I have been moving very quickly.
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two blocks shy of anywhere
Poetry
In this house we hide our gazes behind post-it notes and scrawled handwriting
Wine in the Bathtub
Poetry
January 2018, A Point Cook Bathroom: To the bathtub at that party, You must have heard us all that night.
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