November 2010
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Trees
It’s poems now
That bend and wave
The leaves upon the tree.
Soft jagged arcs
In painted waves
I see you follow me.
In patterns found
And far beyond
The peeling bark
That riddles up the tree.
Distractions found
In flying words
That float out to the sea.
Drawn with the roots
Down to the ground
With dripping fruits
The heavy sound
Spills out over me.
October 2010
9 posts
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A Reel of Local Gossip Girl
Its that time of year when everyone is handing in their theses. Nerves. Stress. Relief. Talk of twitter - a strange conference of lonely academics in Canberra. Last party at the Glebe house. Quiet conversations on old bean bags. All seem to focus on genitals. R wants to know what the numbers and letters meant in bra sizes - the cup size and the length at the back. champagne drunk from milk jugs....