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.
if only they knew how the veils were
Killing my days.
do not seek the because
– in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions
anais nin
drift further away from everything of beauty
and gag in memory
of things beautiful and things so very plain
forget forget and forget even more
nothing good can come of remembering
the thing that can never be again known.
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