the karaka tree was full of berries we couldn’t eat them / orange and hard tiny cherries of another time crushed them between our fingers and rubbed into the grass I scared myself into scalding hot water / the only way to be sure that I would bite my nails chew a knuckle bored in … Continue reading the karaka tree
And so here it is. Distance. Continue reading distance
i do not want sympathy
i just want to be better /
i want to not have to use this page
as a diary or a one-sided counsel Continue reading held
i am unsure of the space that i inhabit my motive unclear Continue reading it goes on.
on books, capital exploits, and loneliness Continue reading une année sans lumière?
Readers, I apologise for my lack of updates. It has not been intentional – as previously mentioned, This Wellingtonian Life™ has been a little bit entirely hectic, and my wordy wherewithal has been pointed in other directions. But I’d better update you as to said directions, hadn’t I? Well. 1) I wrote an article for … Continue reading life between the pages
(a literary homage to ‘december’ by zoe boekbinder) in january so young i was not a year ago dark nights because you were so far in deserts cold while in sun-strewn rooms i felt so old february then brought you back hearts flew high as they shed their black march my life was hard and … Continue reading january
