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This is the point from which I always leave I lock my baggage into a box to free me while I wait The key is a number A secret printed on a slip of paper My instrument won’t fit I have to carry it This is the point Under the table my instrument crouches in Read more

… I decision it means I should wake her, haven’t woken her for the world, should stalk over and decision her. But deeper it enters everything, not liking touch to find anything intimate, tossing exposed and then decisioning up … Read more

For Richard Tipping Inhabiting this      art we're not seated      on a carved chair      regarding      through glass the sharked      polluted      eternal      ocean— We're the flensing edge      of any of a hundred      newly risen      teeth We're the cornea      of a boy bodysurfing      beside an      outlet pipe We're a blackened plank      floating around soaked      A message      without a Read more

We came out of the op-shop with a fitted sheet, a packet of birthday cards and a cutlery drainer. We chose the white mesh cutlery drainer as a pen-holder for our desk. The sheet is red, for our latest bed. The cards are to send to those who expect a card and, more importantly, to Read more

TOTALITARIANISM begins at home First published in Not Entirely Present Read more

A painting by Hokusai, the ragged tree curves out and over the water, dipping the tips of its long fingernails. Beneath its elegant gnarl, night rain has wet the riverbank. I can’t sit. I squat then stand. It’s hard to have a routine, walk, contemplate, what with children, friends, the weather, the screaming of power Read more