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.
welcome to the bestiary
that smells of voodoo scat and mystery
and the delta swaying tails of
armoured komodo dragons
erase the panicked dust of
svelte skinned deers
foam sided horses
drum tight pigs
all of whom were scrambling
for their lives
where everyone pricks up their ears
and no shift of wind is ever lost
without the flesh
prickling
and everyone howls at the moon
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