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Joined February 2007
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World Citizen
We drove to his flat in a green ’85 Citroen. The passenger door had to be held shut.
For Dad
The swimming pool. / Pristine, chlorinated blue / And just us two.
A Poem
I stand on the frigid grass / and I look at the leaves with their silvered underbellies / in the wintry dawn.
Monday Afternoon Piano
It was in Mrs. McCall’s kitchen that I came face to face with my criminal tendencies.
Boilingdown Creek
Dead kangaroos lined the road, lumped like discarded costumes after a masquerade.
The Creeping Sea
I found myself pressed against the front door, straining to make out the black glitter of water. I could hear it creep up over the verge an…
Little Fish
The man slid a parcel onto her lap. When she didn’t respond, he gently folded pack the paper to show her the silver fish. / “This one swam …
Love Story
Her image appeared like a beheaded Juno in the mirror. Her body looked soft, incongruously so. Flesh that would split at the slightest pres…
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