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Viewed from spaceI ampart of an intricate design.A beautifully wovenfabric of life.It's existence upheldby the cotton thinstrength of respect.Should I..
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Winter beachwinter bleachedpebbles,worn smoothby brackish handheld in palm and pocketa solid memory.Captured footprintswax and wanein frothy tide ashu..
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I come from a line
of strong women,
makers of nail and
chain,
forged of iron, their
skin leathered by heat
thirst slaked by ale.
Babes suckle..
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We spend the afternoon
sifting through
the debris of our
lives.
Long forgotten
remnants
of the years,
age lending them
an air o..
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Three years you lay
waiting
as the mail
collected in the hall,
paper thin threats
of eviction
and
Christmas lights
twinkling
blue, gr..
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Happy New year
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This silence.
White,
….. clinical
melamine
that squeaks
beneath my finger,
its surface
damp
with gathered breath.
I long to ..
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We bonded
over
cinnamon pretzels
still hot,
that tasted
of the Christmas’s
we never had.
You boasted
Thor
' could so kick
..
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We have gatheredon the hillsidethis Autumn eve,enjoying the briskair that liftsour spirits,like kitessoaring and spirallingin the dying light.The wani..
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darlinghurst sydney 1993
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