the applicant Lay out your palm and I will cuff your hand to mine with gold and charm and promise. — Counting down the days, I won’t pretend that it’s not with nerves or fear, but perhaps the very best kind. The kind poor Alice must have felt. By Eleanor Jackson Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend. View all of Eleanor Jackson's posts.