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big black spot on the ceiling by Fiona Lokot

I thought it was a spider / I’m glad it’s just a moth / [On the perils of being shortsighted in a dimly lit room and not able to tell the identity of the marks on the ceiling.] / 3-10-2008 41 words

A family reunion: reflections by Fiona Lokot

2010-01-02 / The visitors’ centre is busy today. / Children rummage through boxes of plush toy horses. / History books line the shelves. / Tall boards detail the local identities. / There is on… 306 words

pondering by Fiona Lokot

if every choice i make today / is shaping who i am, / i wonder what i will become / many years from now? 21 words

morality by Fiona Lokot

What use is outward good behaviour if the mind is darkened by hatred? Change the inside first, and the outside is bound to follow. 24 words

mediaeval fair by Fiona Lokot

The cutest couple I saw that day – fully costumed. Girl in a mediaeval princess costume, all laced and long skirts and flowing hair. Guy in a knight’s outfit. Holding hands at the illumin… 62 words

bats by Fiona Lokot

The bats were noisy last night, / Screeching and fighting in the big tree, / Heavily winging across the full moon. / It seemed too cliched to be true, / but there they were in my backyard. / [14-10-2… 37 words

Ice Cream: Memories Of The Latrobe Valley by Fiona Lokot

Brisk evening turns to chilled night, and the brilliant hues of sunset are lost in ink black. The haze and clouds from the power stations mingle with the heavy fog, and settle close to the ground. St… 291 words

Easter Story by Fiona Lokot

1 May 2009 / Easter Story / A great cross stands tall upon a dark mountaintop. As the sun begins to rise the sky turns red and black clouds begin to swirl. Heavy fog lifts and the green grass is reve… 606 words

The Phantom of the Opera: or, the house that won't c... by Fiona Lokot

2009-07-01 / Musings on The Phantom of the Opera, rainy days and romance. / Scattered showers fall on the wild, windy day. The grey clouds loom low. A perfect day to be indoors. To get some work done… 558 words

Late On A Rainy Friday Night by Fiona Lokot

15 May 2009 11:11 PM / I’m sure it’d be easier to write if circumstances were nicer. If the sounds coming in my window were merely the rain, wind and rustling of trees. Instead, these are drowned out… 273 words

Lamentations of a bored woman by Fiona Lokot

The girl sits in the shade and doesn’t let the sun burn her pale skin. / She sips tea and reads novels and plants flowers. / She wears the modest clothes and always remembers to say “please” an… 156 words

Poetic Musings: An Ode To Tofu by Fiona Lokot

Oh, thy spongy textures and lattic’d innards, / coated in rich black bean sauce. / You satisfy my inmost parts with your high protein content. / You have been hygienically manufactured by machi… 76 words

Two young magpies on my front lawn by Fiona Lokot

5-03-2010 / Two young magpies watched me step out of the car. One of them was busy pecking at something in the grass. The other eyed me and let out a nervous squawk. Their feathers were slightly ting… 174 words

miracles by Fiona Lokot

my countless reasons for my unworthiness listed in cold ink and sharp clarity 148 words

Convincing Myself: I Can Wait by Fiona Lokot

In the long lonely months of solitude / In the broken scattered sunlight breaking through the tangled dead canopy / Watching the years fade into dim memory with no shift in the routine / I must wait.… 175 words

Something about peering into a person's soul by Fiona Lokot

2010-01-02 / Lover and monster. / My desire to read the soul. / What words exist within the frame I see before me? / I would rip you open if I could. / Monstrous longing to know, truly know, who res… 151 words

what I saw when I saw myself just standing there by Fiona Lokot

(a response to a photograph) / The old battle resurfaced, the familiar surge of hatred. Self-directed contempt, that burning vitriol, that tidal wade of vicious epithets. Somewhere along the line I b… 390 words

III. He Said I Could Never Be Happy In This Place - ... by Fiona Lokot

We sat by the silver stream, watching the clouds drift across the caerulean expanse of a kind sky. It was quiet, more peaceful here. / He lay down on the ground and motioned for me to do the same. Ly… 287 words

I. He Left Me To Die Here - 1 of 3 by Fiona Lokot

When I finally opened my eyes, it was into the searing white heat of a desert landscape. Sun-bleached stones and striated mesas came into focus. My limbs ached and the thirst was unbearable. Spiky tu… 564 words

ramblings on a sunny spring day by Fiona Lokot

maybe I will let the words fall out a torrent of pent-up thoughts caught for so long in my heart with nowhere else to go already treading dangerously close to the precipice overlooking the secrets tr… 75 words

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