Do you remember when this bar was sticky? The floors, the walls, the air was sticky? A bar so sticky that each time you walked in, across the Axminster tongue, rough as a cat’s, you sat at the bar and even just sitting down in that moist dirty air felt like you were putting your… Continue reading .-.. — …- .
Author: 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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