Fantasy First.

“I do not know all my knowledge and I know that this is my strength.” I’m having a very superficial day– I’m tending to my garden– I’m deciding what next to wear– And how to style my hair– Fingers– and toes painted– that’s how happiness grows acquainted– As we dine and we talk– And days … Continue reading

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Slip.

The more people read the harder I should try, right? You know, to make shit good– To write beautiful things. Make it sound smart and real and sharp and honest. Yeah, you know, in all my spare time. I’ve written this blog at least three times in my head throughout the course of today– for … Continue reading

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On Rage.

I’m furious this afternoon. Too furious to write, too furious to speak. So I just went and googled “Leonard Cohen on rage” and happened upon this poem written by a J. Hillenburg, posted on the leonardcohenforum.com It’s good. And perfect for today. All the Rage. I knew it was useless to talk to you, what’s … Continue reading

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Hubris.

My mother says my typing sounds like a moth stuck in a light fixture– This makes me laugh because it’s true. I had a pap smear today. And an internal examination. And a full STI check. It was awesome. I loved you in the morning– our kisses soft and warm…

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Outlawing The Moon.

I first heard of Hugh MacLeod late one evening on my front terrace in North Melbourne. A wheelchair bound man had been struggling to mount his chair up and in to the Town Hall Hotel late one night on Errol Street. My friends Tim and Finn (funny, I know) had lurched out of their chairs … Continue reading

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