by phoenix | Sep 3, 2004 | Poetry, Uncategorized
for my grandfather, Sydney Levine, on the night of his death In the end, his bird-like hands Clutched to his chest, skin like vellum. It is on that parchment we write our stories, On this man we weave our tales. He is our silent audience, breath shallow, As we scrawl...
by phoenix | Aug 18, 2004 | Poetry, Uncategorized
Now I know how 100,000 bodies look Buried in soft ground; or at least I know their shape, How much land they fill. I know that grass Grows greener with humans as fertiliser. I am haunted by the curve of souls, the twist of necks as children land on hundreds of other...
by phoenix | May 10, 2004 | Personal
My sister, Selena, got married sometime ago. ^^ The bridal car ^^ Selena snapped outside outside the synagogue beforehand ^^ Signing the ketubah, with our old friend Joseph ^^ Joseph, Mark and Selena with a lovely old pen ^^ Just married: Selena & Mark ^^ Classic...
by phoenix | Feb 12, 2004 | Academic
Is it possible to address questions of difference without recourse to notions of “identity”? What if we started talking about practice instead of identity? This paper, delivered at the inaugural Australian Multicultural Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgender and...
by phoenix | Oct 26, 2003 | Personal
I discovered a bunch of things about myself during my travels in Europe in 2003. Here’s a permanent reminder to myself about some of them. I not only like being on my own these days, it’s a necessity for my happiness I really love museums and interesting...
