On October 30, 2016 In Envy
No explicit mention of a hurting colonised land. That story is told by kookaburras. Their busy singularity. They kill a snake as a team. Use their beaks to pulverize a rat in its skin until it’s ready to eat. I mourn Tiny.
On October 24, 2016 In Wrath
Hordes open to this legend and she pours into us the need to get active. Time for an ‘anti-capitalist party’ before the right to build a radical party is lost. There is no ‘hierarchy of activisms’. Intersectionality is vital. Photo pending: An overstuffed room in the third overflow full of bated breath
On October 15, 2016 In Wrath
A double dialogue day of ten minutes of brilliance after ten minutes of brilliance and more and more until a soaring finish of wine and song. Broken like records, broken like celebratory sods, broken like a skin that has become too tight.
On October 10, 2016 In Lust
the front opens doorknocking knell of Latin prayer and labour caged in by a botanical garden dipped in blood as sheep following old slaughteryard contours imprinted quiet, winged shrill of generational survival distant horse hauteur peeling paint, pissing rain, stained veranda post