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Full House — December 13, 2020

Full House

in a room without corners, a child sits between two others. a knock unceasing, they block their ears and eyes. ‘too many’, the child whimpers, ‘too many, please don’t come in’. the mirror behind the three reveals another pair. across a table two masked crow faces raise elbows. a caw with a tell to the other side of the door, ‘come in’. the child quietens and folds her head to her lap.

Anything But COVID-19 — November 11, 2020
Shoulder in Lockdown — November 6, 2020

Shoulder in Lockdown

 

i battle with a body primed to run   

the same as yesterday

what haven’t i done? 

what have i done?

i haven’t taken my pills 

i have taken my pills every day 

a guilty urge to hide in bed 

it’s then i remember

we’re still in lockdown

i think of my feet 

i feel into my hands

.

interrupting my tricks to fix

a familiar sound

thumping feet on the floorboards 

a wide gait trot

from his bedroom to mine

.

he pauses at the edge of my mattress

giggles when he meets my eyes

roughly pulls up the doona 

bums his way into bed

and begins stroking my skin

mummy’s shoulder he sighs

then moves his hand to my mouth

Shhhhhhhhh

.

we have time this morning

a suburb away 

today his sisters are with their dad 

no school runs

no disability day service 

just him and i 

with nothing in particular

to have to do

.

Shhhhhhhhh i copy 

blowing the sound onto his hand

do it again he delights

Shhhhhhhhh i sound 

onto his forehead 

.

He rests his face onto mine

the hair on his chin 

a soft prickle on my cheek

my exhale slows

he sniffs at my mouth

wincing at my un-brushed breath

he pushes my shoulder away 

cuddle Mummy’s back

i laugh and turn

.

he spoons in close 

strokes the skin on my collar bone

his nose tip touching the back of my neck

Mummy’s shoulder he sighs 

Dispensability — October 8, 2020
Curfew — August 4, 2020

Curfew

parting one point five

among the lavender

a myna feather

 

 

five k ruled radius

behind a fence

frayed bird of paradise

 

 

mask-less men at work

the seven sides of a stop sign

 

 

a grey gum forks

electric wires

my muzzled breath

 

 

distant school bell sings

suitcase on the nature strip

 

 

in roller-blade knee pads

an old man paints

 

 

the broken lock

on a gate that swings

stage four curfew

 

 

eight pm

rings around the August moon

 

 

3rd August 2020, Melbourne

Chamber — May 15, 2020
Sacrament of Holy Order — May 1, 2020

Sacrament of Holy Order

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“18.0
The International Museum of Rape will be a solemn affair, like the church, where I once mis-placed my reverence. Church, though, being it’s own museum of rape, will have to pay dearly”. Ellena Savage, Blueberries 

drawing by Rebecca Sullivan

Dedicated to The Tuesday before Good Friday 2020

— April 23, 2020
Autumn — March 7, 2020
Melbourne Summer 2020 — January 23, 2020