Melbourne, Australia

I love the words that fall between the cracks. / I write with black coffee, and bare feet. / Both seem to help.


songs of spine & salt

brush my hair aside / & read the stories in my bones

red sugar

Some girls just stick in your throat, and you can’t wash them down.

the kohl girl & her lime pips

I’m allergic to purple and terrifying to Virgos.


Today you will dream in Russian and wake with the smell of vanilla.

poison & sunlit fur

You’re down to three pills a day.

coconut & dirt

I’m going to hurt you tonight / In three delicate ways


I almost touched someone today / Almost

red poppy song

We know better.


He waits until she’s asleep to begin.

the kohl girl & her mermaid tattoos

My hobbies are wig spotting and eating red fruit.

The Alphabet Witch

She’d eaten all the vowels, but everyone knows they’re the most delicious.

the freckles on my fingertips

Stories trail behind me like the hem of a beautiful gown, and I point my toes as I stride.

I am liquorice allsorts, minus the pink

I went from Barbie / to Medusa / in one quick fall

the morning has gold in its mouth

I wanted them in places I shouldn’t even be thinking about this early in the morning.

There’s an elephant in my story

I have never liked her.

baskerville old face

I like your font.

those fig mornings

I tend to look away from you. I tend to blush.

to the year of water off my back

I saw written on my palm / One word

the growling goddess of chinatown

For one red moment she thinks she might kick the door in.

The secret things you know

This is the story I won’t tell you.

I wasn’t there, so I can’t be sure

I think the dog got away.


“You’re not squeamish, are you, Brigit?”

fell to the red room

It does things to me that I don’t understand.

spell me

When it began, it came from her fingertips.

one green word

That’s all I need.

witching hour blues at the back of the throat

There was a moment last night when I almost told you.

her favourite fraggle

Dr Archer says there are no creatures

sour cherry

It won’t last.

brigit with the peppermint hands

harlot, hooker, hussy, jade, jezebel, minx, mistress, scrubber, slag, slattern, slut, strumpet, succubus, tail, tart, tramp, trollop, wanto…

a summer spell

At first I thought everyone could see it.

the little witches

If there were ever a word I’d know, it would be that.

that little storm was you

The verdict of a tequila woman.

five days of blue

The third day, it followed me home.

there’s charcoal on her dress

If she goes out to dinner, go to 4. / If she returns to the hotel, go to 5.


She couldn’t stop if she tried.

violet in the flames

No-one tells her that.

The kohl girl and her Finnish banjo

Why do the freaky ones always look so damn good?

Mata Hari and her gingham piglet

Don’t make any sudden moves.

the star anise room

I’ve already done worse, she told herself, and for a moment she believed it.

black & vinegar

Just one sweet, sour moment.

this is a song about honey

And tails.

Thirty three reasons why

Watcha reading, babydoll?


How about some bones of bastards to sharpen your fangs on?

lit in the same places

In half an hour she’d be back entirely in her skin

honeysuckle heat

Long, ripe fingers without rings, without shame, and without me

feast eight – collingwood

goat’s cheese pastries with pine nuts

This is the way to the blackbirds

Don’t take it personally.

Six word story #1

One kiss.

the taste of red

The red snakes are the most delicious.

the clouded stories from the corner table

You always know when I’m lying.

this conflagration

You know what to do.

Tales of the GGB #1

I knew the game was on

ivy, ivy

Spitting out leaves.

I’m going to live the life I sing about in …

I already know how to do that.

in the hands of the volcano doll

Crossed eyes and red lips.

Black Snake Blossom

You’ll never be the same again.

Venter loqui

If you can horrify a carny, you must be doing something right.

snake eyes

He had lucky dice cufflinks and gin breath.

spiral & smoulder

Don’t swallow.

honey bee, let’s fly home

How do you want to be remembered?

tabula rasa

I don’t remember you.


I remember the demons dancing at the corners of my eyes, always waiting to taunt me, always knowing how. I remember it all.

Mistress Kitty

He was afraid of her eyes. / He was meant to be.

And the fifth drowned said

This brine and tangle.

Something happened to my Wednesday

Everyone knows.

that cider scowl

That’s me with my arms crossed.

Rabbit bones and dirty feet

Since you ask.


Laughter so dirty I stumbled, blushed / Never felt so unripe.

santa sangre

When was the last time you told your story to a stranger?


It’s not like you mean to hit him.

the muskrat and the moustache

He spent his childhood riding muskrats and collecting codpieces.

The sun you didn’t see

Just keep moving.

brown sugar trick

We both know I’m not that sweet

choose your own buddha

If she takes the bait, go to 8. / If she glosses over this provocation, go to 9.

Clochette & her tails

Only the cat is poetry.

True, false and floating

I reached inside and / broke open / three people today


How do you mark a day like this?

Like a honey cake horse

People always tell us their twin stories, but they’re nothing like ours.

You’re not a smart bee

He’d better not do it again.

Wrap the bones around it

Don’t let the bastards get you down.
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