Remembrance of things eaten: Chops
“Thick and colourless,
Chewy gristle.
Blackened within…”
Read time: 1 min
Remembrance of things eaten: Fish stick
“Pulling into the servo,
Ordering a minimum chips,
Adding the aptly named ‘fish stick’…”
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Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Content warning: themes of racism
*The end of a flight from Melbourne to Perth goes a little something like this…”
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A Place to Die In
“While the lemons in the back garden go blue
While the relatives divide up your things”
So that I might know you.
"Once a puddle of clay, now a person passing through you, like the scent of a stranger, in a railway tunnel"
My mother in astral flight
"Through the skin of the river, through the mirror of the sky, past her mind's salt line..."