Who am I

To feel so free?


Presumably, the inheritor of all things light and luscious – resist as I might the “libbers” urge to deify Sylvia as feminist icon I can’t say she doesn’t embody feminine rage in a helluva way.

As Ezra says – find someone with all the lights on. Then give it the blood of your face, it will grow eager. Give it the liquorice of your mouth it will begin to thrive. Open the aniseed of your future and let it eat everything.

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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