by phoenix | Jul 14, 2003 | Uncategorized
behind a hole in a wooden gate a family of siamese bask in the hot scent of red brick dust. twilight, their silhouettes shadowed against piping and tumbled tiles. little ones scramble from the intruder; madame chocolate points doesn’t twitch:...
by phoenix | Jul 13, 2003 | Uncategorized
29 degrees at 1 in the morning. 25 degrees at 3 in the morning. How do I know? They very kindly have temperature and time things every couple of blocks. I probably shouldn’t rub it in for you porr freezing Melburnians, should I? Another...
by phoenix | Jul 12, 2003 | Uncategorized
For dr_zero, a poem about language that’s full of puns, or at least double meanings. no hay in españa I have disappeared Swallowed by foreign tongues In my place are moments of femininity and hints of position: below/above; stranger/friend. encantada,...
by phoenix | Jul 11, 2003 | Uncategorized
So; it was a good day. A day in which the invitation from my Russian cousin was indeed – magically – at the post office when I went to enquire on the offchance, sure I was days too early. A day in which an acquaintance happened to want to...
by phoenix | Jul 10, 2003 | Uncategorized
Did I mention it was hot here? Try 34 degrees at 8.30pm… I’ve discovered that being randomly helpful to lost-looking English-speakers is not only good for the karma, it’s often good for the intellect and the pocket. This last lot not only bought me dinner...
