How to figure out the way
Someone left their tarot cards and a book called Narcissism: Denial of the True Self in my room after a party at the old house.
11 November 2023
In my memories, we’re still just clueless children climbing water towers, alcohol running in our blood, watching the forest from above, under the summer sun.
How to be known
A brown glass decanter, bound in red leather. A sleeping pill bottle, unscrewed. A yellow pitcher. An empty toothpaste tube, A lightbulb, illuminated by cool fluorescence.
Confessions with Caroline
She left in a flutter of perfume, cashmere, and the faint clatter of keys. The diffuser exhaled one last measured sigh of peppermint. Dr Clarke capped the pen, glanced at the clock, and opened the next file.
LIMERENT LIGHT CONES
O my faun my hunter you are the soul of the whole room yes there is something in you in the curves of your cheekbones and the strands of hair; in pearlescent earrings, in the corners of your face in you, you are the edelweiss on the acme of Qaf or Meru
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The Yabbies
I am drowning under the river red gum, slipping between mud and silt—who can tell the difference?
Man And A Woman
He pictured the half-chewed bread inside her mouth, pulp dissolving with saliva. He thought of her body as porous, dissolving, leaking: the reminder that borders between inside and outside were never clean.
I am unsure if you can hold the weight of this.
Again, I dream that my teeth fall out (this is a dream about control).
Poetry and Consciousness In The Present
Scholars of the Global North sometimes shelter themselves in neo-colonial positions when confronted with revolutionary praxis.
My Sanity is Ephemeral
“Something in a fragile state always seems more beautiful because you realise that they might not be there tomorrow.”
Return To Sender
Dear [REDACTED],
I want to apologise for the scene that I made at The Rose last Friday.
I am writing this letter at the recommendation of Dr Celine Bertuch (my Freudian psychoanalyst).
For the past week, I’ve had a recurring dream where I find you alone in the Quad General Lecture Theatre (K2.05). Only, when I sit beside you, the scenery changes – the wooden pews turn into the firm, purple leather seats of a V Set Intercity Train. You turn to speak, but when you do, your voice is Dr Bertuch’s (she finds this detail quite fascinating).
