This site contains a few pieces that use ‘swear’ words or relate to sex or other ‘adult themes’.
June 2012
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It’s a wintry day, but the sharp Perth light pushes its way through the clouds onto my donated desk, a yellowed pine dining table. The antique table and chairs in the corner are roped off, presumably too fragile or precious to sit at, but not sacred: powerboards, papers and stationery obscure the white lace tablecloth. Read more
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I sit in my layers of clothes as the storm sucks and exhales The wooden windows bump and rain caws on the corrugated roof I wonder what the ravens are doing I suppose they’re in a huddle in the northeastern quarter of a strong tree with thick foliage, gripping the bark with their claws, hunching Read more
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as the storm tries the wired walls the lantern’s door is open and a new candle hopes for sudden dark Read more
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hard wind slant rain feet snugged in uggboots last year’s holes gaffataped new September sunlight the door of the dark room left ajar Read more
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2010 I wish I was a gay man and you were my straight brother We’d shoot pool and drink and scan for talent You’d tell me about your girls and I’d tell you about my boys I’d steal your nail polish and eyeliner and borrow all your books I wish I was a gay man Read more
Jackson 