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  • Superleggera November 14, 2019
      My love sets her jaw upon her anger  Sits with her back towards the High street  Collagen asymmetry, botox rictus  Her cheek a chiaroscuro of hunger    I sit opposite, without an answer  Observed by the pitiless eye of my espresso  Until the afternoon is torn in two By raucous farting from a steely […]
  • Faded Lovers, Arcane Gods October 17, 2019
      An ex-girlfriend of mine turns 28 tomorrow. I have spent the last few weeks writing her a sonnet, to the surprise and consternation of the friends with whom I have discussed it. They make noises about how I need to ‘put it behind me’. The truth is, no one I have loved has ever […]
  • Your Voice is a Caress Most Definite October 3, 2019
      Your voice is a caress most definite On velvet footfalls your words descend The vertiginous staircase within my head To take up mysterious residence   Modelling from the darkness a bower Where meaning is resonant temperature That blossoms across my eyelids into colour A verdure of mysterious flowers   These flowers turn their faces […]
  • Suicidal Thoughts September 24, 2019
    4. ‘Wrapping my coat around me like my own sweet shadow, I unscrewed the bottle of pills and began taking them swiftly, between gulps of water, one by one by one. At first nothing happened, but as I approached the bottom of the bottle, red and blue lights began to flash before my eyes. The […]
  • Suicidal Thoughts September 17, 2019
    3. “I thought I would swim out until I was too tired to swim back. As I paddled on, my heartbeat boomed like a dull motor in my ears. I am I am I am.” P. 152 I watched my grandmother Joanna die, day by day. It was nothing like what you might imagine; my […]
  • Suicidal Thoughts September 13, 2019
    2. “A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.” – The Bell Jar Page 90. Simone De Beauvoir writes in The Second Sex that because men are encouraged to fight, they […]
  • Suicidal Thoughts September 3, 2019
    1. ‘There’s two acts of creation at work in the novel: the writer’s, and the reader’s.’ – Rodney Hall. Some books, you read them and they go right through you like a glass of water. Other books seem to take up residence and become a part of who you are, like marrow, or muscle fibre. […]
  • Sylvia Plath: Godmother of Punk Rock? August 6, 2019
    If you google Sylvia Plath, it’s hard to find her described in any terms other than the superlative. ‘One of the finest lyric poets of the twentieth century,’ is pretty close to the general assessment. Plath took her own life at the age of thirty. Her novel, The Bell Jar, was published under a pseudonym […]
  • Rodney Hall: A Stolen Season July 16, 2019
    Rodney Hall is one of Australia’s greatest living writers. He has been nominated for the Miles Franklin Award seven times and if he wins this year, it’ll be the third time he’s gone home with the prize. I have known him for eighteen years and he never fails to deliver on the subject of literature. […]
  • Vegan Apocalypse July 8, 2019
    Last Saturday, I caught up with a couple of my closest friends at the Cornish Arms Hotel. One of us has severe dietary intolerances and we opted for the Cornish Arms because the vegan menu most closely resembles a cuisine his gut can manage. Anyhow, two of us are carnivores and we both threw our […]

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