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I drink until I pass out says the baby’s bib. With a picture of a bottle. Not a mother. First published in Writ Poetry Review Read more

I can’t walk around without making a clatter I can’t sit close to the fire I can’t give my father a soft embrace I can’t even want to I can’t help being made of wood I can’t stop my nose growing I can’t work as a marionette: I have no strings I can’t say what Read more

They told me Jehovah was a person in the sky The Lord, the Father, a big Daddy He could see into your thoughts and if your thoughts were naughty he would punish you but not today, not tomorrow, not in the afterlife, and not with karma. A few years from now at Armageddon you would Read more

it wasn’t even sad, she says, with something di had been married to gerry for 25 years scattered her husband’s ashes the previous evening photographer david maurice smith was shooting this was a little surprising, david says it wasn’t even sad, she says, with something because with two little kids she had to keep going Read more

That moment in Rattle and Hum where Larry is standing at Elvis’s grave The eternal flame The whole Graceland thing The four of you step into Elvis’s luxurious room, all plush and glitz and this huge picture of Priscilla Everything’s roped off You’re not allowed to touch The guide is nervous What will these Irish Read more

Melbourne Diana & Athena smoking Marlboros First published in The Mozzie Read more