Footsteps in the hall


Piled at the floor is a mess of denim that smells of woodsmoke and memory.

We are all burning up. Burning up for your love.

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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