Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
Category: I give up on labels
0 Waking to the sound of water
the long rumble of percussive runnels, the sluicing of the house
a storm, bass-driven, as we have not seen for so long
one of them real Queensland drenchings that happens around here
but hardly happens now (climate change we shrug)
open palms to the sky think it’ll hold?
dream stasis pulls sleep and wake apart with twin strong arms
opening the curtain to the sound of your shower
I’m just used to living alone