There is a place that is somewhere between delirium and rage, coruscating happiness and blind-eye grief. You want to know whose shoulders I am standing on? Everyone’s. My every breath has taken up more time and space and mind than I ever deserved, but it has taken it, and keeps on taking; I am a… Continue reading it’s quite understandable, really
Author: Eleanor Jackson
Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.
