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Mini Moments Of Mortality

Nov 12, 2013

February 25, 2010 at 11:35pm 1. My father finds the condoms whilst looking in his teen daughter’s bedside drawer, for blue tack. He holds up the two unopened prophylactics with disgust and fear in his eyes. ’She must have got them in sex ed.’ I hastily explained. He reached a sun browned arm deeper into…

Daily Poetry

Nov 8, 2013

I will play for you. Till my fingers are bleeding. I will play for you. but only in the brightest part of the day quietly.   So as not to be  any more than a murmering back drop to all you say and do.   seriously, I hate poetry,   Yours is female cohenesque freak…

Daily Poetry

Nov 8, 2013

That’s not me in that picture. I know where I was on that night. It was somewhere far. I was getting scary skinny. Unable to eat the bad food.   That’s not me in that picture with you.   I know where i was that night. Somewhere cold and snowing. Probably standing feeling confused. Wishing…

Daily Poetry By Jess Knight

Nov 7, 2013

Oh, so this is new. Another thing to make me feel. I could have done better. I see you in your shiny boots. It’s like stomp stomp stomp on me. Here it is. Something not heard before. Another reason for me to be sorry. Wish I had done more.. I see you in your shiny…

Nov 7, 2013

  The waiting area of the renal clinic section of Royal Melbourne Hospital, is crowded on a Wednesday afternoon. They are all large and in their mid 4os it would seem.  One lady sits with her husband and she smiles at me as I walk past to get to the administrative desk that is incredibly…

Nov 7, 2013

  My parents make the three hour drive from the farm, to my house so they can come to the specialist with me. The show up at my front door before I am even dressed.    ‘We can take the tram.’ I say as we walk out my front door. ‘No, we can drive.’ My…

Savage Advice: Pop Up Dangerouse Ideas Festival (Melbourne)

Nov 4, 2013

  ‘I would just like to take a photo of you all in the audiance and send it to my teen age son. So he knows that some people do indeed listen to his father.’ It is Sunday morning. I am sitting in a comfortable chair with like minded people. I am laughing fit to…

Daily Poetry

Oct 31, 2013

Surgery does not scare me. I play with scalples. just for kicks.   Could have been a great drug fiend. Sharp needles don’t scare me. Outside can be found much bigger pricks.   Like when you find me unexpectadly, walking down the street.   I feel so small and look so bleak. A smile plays…

Chasing Dragons

Oct 31, 2013

‘I don’t think I want to any more. Or even if I ever did.’ ’What! That’s an awful thing to say. Not ever?’ ‘I meant it when I said it that time. ’I think you’re beautiful.’ ‘I don’t agree with you.’ ‘You’re going to die alone because of this.’ ‘There are worse things than that.’…