If you were patient/beleaguered enough to get through all twelve hours. What would you see? The air is very still and I cannot see anything moving at all. Not the trees, not the washing on the line, not the night clouds hanging soft and innocent in the sky. This morning I woke up earlier than… Continue reading now, in the hour of our
Author: Eleanor Jackson
Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.