Tag: Eunoia Review
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Coal Town
Birds don’t stop in this town. I see them fly past, black peppering blue, going someplace. I’ve given up dreaming wings. This town will know my bones. Condoms sell well in Joe’s corner store – boredom breeds but breeding’s a trap, a twitch in the smile of those steel-eyed shrews who linger late after church.…
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Drought Town
This is the summer of red dust. Everything sucked dry—hollow as cicada husks, wedged under eaves and porch stairs—waiting for a wind change. On the road out of town, empty grain silos loom, perched like headstones over wheat-field graves. Harvesters sag, tyres cracked like the asphalt. Rotting carcasses litter riverless beds—tongues swollen, flyblown, unslaked. First,…
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The Journey Home
She tells me her pain is a squall, sudden and vicious, like a flash storm whipping in from Bass Strait to batter King Island. Do you remember our Island, Garth? Her doctors build shelters; nurses batten hatches, but this tempest won’t blow over. She says her pain is a vulture now, circling the desert on…
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This is the winter of darkness
everything lead grey—heavy as storm clouds.The trail I follow around the lake, swallowedby mildew and mud. Branch bridges and detourscrisscross, from walkers bypassing flash floods.A wind howls through weeping willow skeletons,haunting my passage. Boots grow heavy with eachstep. Treacherous soles threaten to betray.Nestled among tree roots, wood ducks huddlein sleepy pairs, wings folded—waiting.This grey world…
