summer is a-coming


Which is why I somehow approve of eating fish and chips while riding your bike.

Of course it’s a silly idea. Of course your helmet is not done up properly and when you fall over your brains are going to leak out your ears. And of course it’ll tick off drivers coming along up side of you and wondering who the frick is riding their bike with no hands and eating fish and chips.

But dammit, if it just doesn’t feel like summer. I promise, I’ll never blog while tipsy again and this sort of thing won’t happen. But for today, I feel the sun on my skin and I say, “cancer, bah!” and I feel the wind on my face and say, “climate change, who cares?” and I look at the bitumen below me and say, “that looks like a licorice pillow”.

And my god, I don’t have heat stroke, do I?

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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