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In Western Australia, it’s likely
that we have no prophets,
we have no damned,
there’s probably no heaven to be found –
only this dry and aching span,
roads laid down on burnt red dirt like tar-crossed,
humming brands. Only construction sites
laid open.
You know, this city, it doesn’t grow, it doesn’t burn,
it only stands.
It is all, and endlessly, and only,
the slam of car doors being shut, the tradie’s
first cigarette, the mother’s
harassed reply, the toddler’s sticky
grasping hand, the tight and cerulean sky.
The freeway, the peeling tunnel,
the sloping oases of white sand.
that we have no prophets,
we have no damned,
there’s probably no heaven to be found –
only this dry and aching span,
roads laid down on burnt red dirt like tar-crossed,
humming brands. Only construction sites
laid open.
You know, this city, it doesn’t grow, it doesn’t burn,
it only stands.
It is all, and endlessly, and only,
the slam of car doors being shut, the tradie’s
first cigarette, the mother’s
harassed reply, the toddler’s sticky
grasping hand, the tight and cerulean sky.
The freeway, the peeling tunnel,
the sloping oases of white sand.
Literature
The encounter
I looked forward to see a dragons huge chest close enough for me to touch. I look up to see the dragons long neck.
It wasn’t a giant dragon, but it wasn’t tiny. It could swallow me whole though I bet it could.
There was a lump moving from its head down to its neck. It must have just swallowed something. I watched as the lump quickly moved down the dragons neck , then disappeared into its chest. I could hear whatever it swallowed as it entered its stomach, but I could hear something else as well.
I could hear a heartbeat. I knew it wasn’t mine, I could tell the heart must have been in its check right in front of me, or some
Literature
Triscuits
Jenna comes into the room with a packet of triscuits
And offers me some.
They are salted. I don't like salted foods;
They're too much like the ocean.
Jenna, skintight leggings,
Comes into the room with a packet of trisctuits.
They make an odd noise as they're chewed,
Like the grunts of a broken bone.
Jenna used to sail the seas but now
She can just open a packet of triscuits and tell me
How much she loves the prairie wind.
'Cause it's endless like that, 'cause it's yellow like that.
She looks at me with a mouth fulla triscuits and she dares say
That the house is too empty.
It's got walls and a floor and you're saying that you wa
Literature
Secrets
Smiles are not meant for everyone. They weren't meant to be displayed for everyone else to see. Only for those who are special enough to find a way to see that smile. If a smile were an ordinary thing for anyone to see on any person in the world, then wouldn't that mean that every one of us would constantly be smiling? But we're not. Where's the fun in that? The light airy feeling of being able to get someone to crack a smile on a usually solemn face.
A smile is like a secret between friends.
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I love where I grew up - I love it but it feels kind of dehydrated and sad a lot of the time. Let's blame the terrible colonial farming techniques and the fact that there's nothing but desert on one side, ocean on the other
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I love this! Fine writing..