by phoenix | Jun 1, 2016 | Poetry
She’s practiced at it. You can tell: expensive dress, eyeshadow just so. The way she dips her eyes and glances over your shoulder, as if There’s something she’s idly wondering but of course, it’s a ruse. She’s scanning escape routes and planning getaways she...
by phoenix | May 18, 2016 | Poetry
Thresholds have never been what you’d call safe And over the years, the rituals have gotten silly (after all, the phrase ‘swept off her feet’ only make sense Where a certain kind of force is called a ‘bridal carry’). And love (well, trust) creaks open old...
by phoenix | May 4, 2016 | Story
Step off. Or not. It’s one of those decisions that hovers at your peripheral vision — are you ready? Wings unfurled at your back, that sensation of almost-moistness lingering — will they hold? There’s a time limit… go too early and you plummet to the bottom...
by phoenix | Nov 15, 2015 | Poetry, Political
It is 10.40pm in Paris and they have taken hostages at the Bataclan It is 11pm and somewhere on Facebook a kid posts: “they are killing everybody. one by one.” It is 4pm in Melbourne and my friend is giving birth to a little boy named Clancy but I...
by phoenix | Sep 15, 2015 | Poetry
i ran away and for one wild secret day anything was possible i huddled in the recessed entry to the Commonwealth Bank in Garema Place and watched a procession of police who (i was pretty sure) were looking for me i guarded my precious solitude for hours today’s an...
