Helen Symonds

A passionate mistress of poetry for many years (In fact I could roll around in it as a a materialistic person would cash). My particular aching of choice is Performance Poetry. I have been a student of creative writing at the University of Melbourne and currently study at RMIT in my ongoing effort to avoid growing up and getting a 'real' job.

Stained Glass

they descend in their flight like falling conformity      confirmand      confetti getting caught in your Hail Mary        hahnium          hair                    if         you peered             at their ballade             bollocks           balletic stillness you would swear they were holding their …

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