July 2010
It's like
Steamy and misty here. The trees are as lush as a Nothern New South Wales rainforest. Insects hum lazily, entourage to brightly-dressed flowers. Bobbing and swaying under an overcast sky. There aren’t any sounds except a distant washing machine slurping and churning, some bird-song, and maybe the tick of a clock.
I am in a temporary break, awaiting my lift to another space again.
My hair...
So fucking sick of this house.
I don't understand...
Women are women, and men are men.
Is it really our job to pine over these people who come into our lives?
I’ve spent a long time trying to mend my heart, and believing that living on your own means you are strong and can support yourself. But someone recently taught me that it is stronger to be able to trust a stranger, or let love in.
I look at the cumulous nimbus and she’s like I...
Long-Distance
Non-Existence.
Found a little Russian Cherub
Hot skin, hard body.
We talked about the stars and
The sting on his arm
Are we all men of war?
He had fought for me,
Before the sun came up.
Iffriżat Mument
Lost in a moment of meditation over the Mdina street signs. I do not notice that the world, for a moment, has gone quiet until I hear a distinct ‘click.’
I hold steady beneath the green glow of my make-shift burka. Beside me a low, slighty reverent voice says ‘hey,’ softly. I turn to my right, feeling like a horse with blinkers on, the view coming to me in stages. He is...
