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.
Deception bay of pigs
(some poems take a long time to get true)
arguing in the car on a a long road trip
out of reception, out of patience
wondering why the detuned radio brought no comfort
somehow a long, confusing skirmish
neither of us aware of any details
becomes a metaphor
you and I over estimating our forces
you and I underestimating our risk
we and they taking sides willy-nilly
mutual destruction almost certainly guaranteed
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I’ve had me a long road trip like that (mebbe two or three…but memory fails). You’ve captured the dynamic well.
As an aside, I apologize for my silence. I’ve been in a funk since I lost the opportunity to meet you due to my own clumsiness. For better or worse, be aware I remain a fan.
it’s still an honour to have you reading here, Jonas, and I’m sorry we didn’t get to cross paths in person too… don’t worry at all…