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blood and bone

Jun 28, 2014

the first time they cut me open i was 4. do not remember why. it left a scar below my belly button. a surprise smile unseen in the dark by lovers of the future.   I do remember my father carrying me down a bright whute hallway. his free arm pulled the i.v machine alongside…

Dark Fair. You Shouldn’t Be Mine EP Launch The Old Bar 30th of May 2014

Jun 8, 2014

Spending the day in bed with Seventeenth century French fairy tales  by Charles Perrault had put me in a bit of a bad mood with patriarchy in general. So, it was a wonderful thing to have a swoon fest of female rock awesomeness to go to at The Old Bar on Saturday night. When I…

A Deconstruction of Eimear McBride’s A Girl Is A Half – Formed Thing.

Jun 6, 2014

Andre Kertesz was a photographer. He was born near the end of the 19th century. Kertesz was very fond of taking photographs of readers. Readers of all description and varied in pose and demeanor. It was a passion that carried him throughout his life. He photographed readers from Hungary to Paris and New York. He…

Insides full of air

Jun 1, 2014

Being a girl who does not exist in a body ruled by nature and the moon. Old enough for Lust. The creator was drunk or tripping.   Perhaps, it was a Friday afternoon? When they threw my cosmic alignment together and sent me down too soon. Unable to relate. I smile in sympathy. Rub backs…

Under the glass

May 11, 2014

spent so many days writing for you. I cannot get any of the time back. The days were thrown away with frenzied fever. And its all that I can do. So I did it again.It was 8000 or more and my hands are so sore. I will never send it to you but it it…

French Films And Granata Biscuits

May 11, 2014

‘I have taken the day off, Jess.’ It always surprises me when he does that. It always surprises me. This is a reflection of myself not him, though. The waiting room at the renal clinic of The Royal Melbourne Hospital is busy. Emma, a transplant coordinator, recognizes me as she rushes past with some folders…

Written in Pink Sharpie, with capitol letters.

Apr 19, 2014

    LA LA LA LA VICTIM LA LA LA LA KEEP ME SAFE FOREVER FAMILY NOT FAR LA LA LA LA VICTIM LA LA LA LA LA   SUCH A LITTLE LIER SO BAD AT TELLING TRUTHS. MY LITTLE SISTER COULD NEVER RESIST IT   WHY CANT YOU TELL THE TRUTH. WHY SO FOND…

So, This Is The New Year

Feb 21, 2014

I decided to walk to my favourite local independent book store on Sydney road; Brunswick Bound. To purchase a diary. It seems odd that I left this little errand until midway through Febuary but to be honest, I did not think there was all that much I needed reminding of, at the beginning of the…

J.W Likes J.K

Jan 30, 2014

      It was not even the dream and what you did in it that haunted me all day. Of course in the dream you were not as you are now. My, how you ballooned in your thirties. No, in my dream it was as if you were still 25, tall, dark and handsome…