than even the carbon remnants of memory. It’s not so much a new dream, nor recurrent nightmare, but the fresh existing in moment of the past. I skin my knee on recollection, I peel the crust of blood and pus from the wounds. On the telephone you use a word that is only the kind… Continue reading this, which is more painful
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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