Lights of home

Type
Poetry

Woke up stockinged blindfolded disarranged over Ashgabat –
2 ½ romances surely about lands us at the crawling border –
Dulled unfaithful apples threatening the plague as you pay –
There were spectacular grounds for mistaking it for home –

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Type
Poetry

Liptrap

Sifting through shells I think of you—
Green striped flange truncated at the stalk,
singed partner variously allocated,
the dusky hearing aid of secular distance enforced.

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Type
Poetry Prize

what even r u? | | Judith Wright Poetry Prize, second place

non-normative flags 
whip pink f*g umbrellas 
out of our trans-
-gressive / expressive hands
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