The balcony of the Lounge is as smokey as when I left it in 2002; a couple stands off to one side, leaning against the railing, against the wall which is just plastic sheeting, against each other, kissing. She doesn’t think he’s got enough passion. She been trying to explain to him what was going… Continue reading jeremy hides things, even from himself
Author: Eleanor Jackson
Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.
