Monthly archives of “November 2015

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Abby

She’s a bunch of freshly picked cornflowers, Thrown into a thick-cut glass jug, As beautifully wild as the students In that skinny blue house on Wellington St. And when the petals fall, she’s the resilient stalk, Holding on in a sterile maternity ward, Stubborn, industrious,… Read More

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The friend I haven’t yet met

We’ll be soaring high over Melbourne, a curious twinkle in our eyes, Confident of our bounty, open to surprise. I’ll love the inner city – its smoky skyline, noisy quiet, Be staying up past nine, and on a meaty diet. You’ll have fallen for the ocean, with… Read More