hot hot hot

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...

Two poems

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,...

ni un dia sin poesia

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...
Encounters in the street

Encounters in the street

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...

Hmmm. The whole privacy thing.

I’ve never been a very private person with close friends. I don’t really believe in secrets and my really close friends know prac­tic­ally everything there is to know about me. There are a few things I won’t say, usu­ally because someone else asked...