you debate your reflection
stare straight and await the latest
collection of imperfections
Browsing: Poetry
My amma
pushed me out
into this world
Author’s note: Due to colonisation and the effect the White Australia policy had on my people, I did not grow up with these stories given in physical form. My story has been revealed to me slowly through Dreams and visions, which in my culture is a form of how songs and stories are passed down via the other realm.
a hymn
is made
Death is ageless and wise
her anklets and toe rings unstained
from the slain bodies she stands on
You who carry a waxing moon,
your skin paper-soft –
tell me:
Flesh, unblessed / rendered unholy with no mourning
by man as the knife descends / cracking open the architecture of bone.
Fool me once,
Shame on yo’self
Fool me twice…
Alternative facts
Chauvinistic charm
Destroying the charts
When I was a child,
I was taught how to be a boy.
Now think / of that house / up in flames / a cold front / sinking into your skin