I feel that recently I feel of a cliff. Or, not so much a cliff as a pesky, unexpected part of the ground that was uneven. Or just the back step. I just fell off. Blame She Stole My for stealing my every patience, blame life, blame end of financial year, whatever – I’ve been… Continue reading now where were we?
Author: Eleanor Jackson
Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.