Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
The first bloom of love
So – I made it to Melbourne. Brisbane Writers Festival was temperature FREEZING but poetry hot. Packing was done via sheer stress. But it happened.
And I managed at four am to get my little buddy to the airport!
And off again!
I’ve had a few giggles with friends who were like “you’re riding a what?” but I soldiered past their scorn and onto the street with a gusto and a squeal!
Then I rode to my luscious lady and did a lap round Piedmontes…
I saw four people I knew.
Then someone gave me a beer and lit the fire.
By referred glow – I fell in love.
I miss and I don’t miss. I want and I don’t want. I love and I love.
MEL V BNE
Not an easy line up, like apples and mangoes. Just right for different seasons.
Same with Bromptons. Just feels right right now. A gift from a new friend, a chance for liberty and freedom, an opportunity to ride.
I should say, my little ray of is off doing a ride, and they’ll probably resent the reference, but I’ve been thinking a lot about the weather in Yelarbon.
I was also thinking about CX. Go Gemma and Blakey!!
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