Belinda Rule

Belinda Rule is a Melbourne writer of fiction and poetry. She has been a fellow at Squaw Valley Community of Writers, USA, and a resident at Bundanon Trust. Work has appeared in Meanjin, Eureka Street, Westerly, Sleepers Almanac, Cordite Poetry Review, Best Australian Poems 2012 and elsewhere.

The slow clock

In a gully we found it: hash of fallen trunks like the ribs of some great beast. But we were too old for it, too big to squeeze within and too prissy, afraid of the doings of ants and unknown …

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The End of Men

The man on the train the Maths 142 exam at the Showgrounds. He had used a Reject Shop catalogue to form a little tent. The man at night at the end of my street – tall, pale, forties, blue shirt, …

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On Waking with the Pain

Now in the night I wake to it: plucking of a cello string, low hoot of wind in a deep cave, song of wrongness sounding, sounding. The hand is unmarred to look at, paragon of itself, sweet in sleep as …

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I am trying to throw things away. Say, these two cups, his always green, mine always blue, in the long dark the two of us, me stacked inside him, or him stacked inside me. I fear they’d shatter now on …

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Gestalt with Seagulls

Late at night, in the rain I drove to the end of the quay, past the frosted lights of the refinery, its single outlet flame streaming in the wind like a pennant. Between the hulking dark of the shipbuilders and …

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