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.
play in the carnage
Somewhere at the core of me it begins: the easy fable of the afternoon. This love is a sweet and easy love, an enduring love, a kind love. This day is a simple day, a hopeful day, a productive day. This heart is a generous heart, a remembering heart, a heart that puts away the imagined ills as easy as the dishes from the sink. This world is a loving world, a sheltering harbour, a shady tree. This night is a long, slow blink in the dark of all men’s souls; we breathe as one for all of the soulless dark nights and blind its long, slow blinking.
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