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Poetry

August 21, 2017

Love is like an ocean And I’m hiding in the blue Truth is like a knife And I’m hiding it from you   Love is the truth Yellow Silver true Cuts me open where I’m open Silver yellow blue   There’s a rock over your bed at night Daylight cuts the string Suspended by the […]

August 14, 2017

one day i will pack up my bags quietly carefully without warning and leave (colourless sky) for a place where there is no post— __________________________________ [tenor♀ for afterimage:] parcelled Sunday & postcolonial theory          (yet wedded          to mis-history) red dawn raids, then the Mandela exodus […into…] colour blindness

August 7, 2017

Here in sunset city The streetlamps flicker on In sickly saffron grid-lines, marching Out across the plains, While headlamps pulse Down darkening streets In liquid floods of light. In sunset city, Cicadas clatter like Loose screws In empty lots, where Weeds, persistent as grief, Push between the cracks In memory.

August 7, 2017

In this quiet, sleeping town where I grew up powerlines rest lazily down the streets, seemingly dormant. Unaware of their power, The trees rustle; languishing. They rest in perfect symmetry on the roadside, in the backyards of mismatched houses; Adorned with rustic fences. The houses were kindling for the embers within. They lived with quiet […]

July 31, 2017

I am afraid of men   Not all men Some I like   But some Some terrify me   Like the ones who make rape jokes Like consent is so funny Abuse a great punchline Such violation nothing But the height of hilarity   It makes me think it’s something They’ve never had to worry […]

July 31, 2017

Sometimes I think I have too much love. I simply don’t know where to put it and often I am giving it to people who don’t want it or do not understand how precious it is. I am perpetually heart broken and it’s exhausting Sometimes I think I trust too easily. I have the lowest […]

July 24, 2017

i broke my question to you down over the back of my tongue and couldn’t quite spit its lifeless body out of the newly minted mausoleum of my mouth it drips through the gaps between my plaque infested teeth gelatine strings hanging from these small holes i watch you fluster from the fear that what […]

July 17, 2017

CW: Drug use and violence   Baby I’m bogan beautiful My mum always gave me grief for the clothes I wore She didn’t understand I had to stand out. (Hi-vis can be a fashion statement) So I’m used to the raised eyebrows, But I pay them no mind unless they’re shaved. I’m too wrapped up […]

June 6, 2017

“What the actual fuck” Do not write about it here, I’m a poet too.   She never loved you, Can’t you see that it was wrong? You are wasted space.   Should not have happened, You tried to take advantage. How dumb can you be?   Continue to bleed, We’ll drag your name through the […]