FALLING ANGELS



Core Explosion

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The Excised Heart

Atlas of Anatomy,1956, in the drawing of the Sterno-costal Surface of the Heart and Great Vessels, in situ, the coronary arteries are red, the cardiac veins, blue. They traverse the heart’s surface, a glutinous grey, a velvet slug. Blue’s turned …

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Happy Place

A dark blue fringe of lace above a soft brown wooden surface, the lattice. City lights, not twinkling, twinkling less because they are closer, not further. Blue space between the lattice and the city. Blurring in and zooming out. Seeing …

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Game with the Wind

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Bluebottles

Deadly flotilla of purposive sails, twisting, spruiking the wind, caught more than a squall, caught a gale, leaving them stranded. Vicious strings of stings, ultramarine webs – spread in the sand, anesthetising nothing. Bloated and swollen, dark pirates deceived in …

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Gestures in Dreams, No. 1

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To a Friend Who also Lost Their Car

Dear friend, In such a small town our car had actually survived a hundred thousand k’s. The tyres slowly rolled over the erratic streetscape and left it flat on the slightly rugged tarred road. The aggressive pattern had long been …

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5th Intergenerational Report – Betterment All Round

Got the job zombie, corporal us seniors are the new forever we shuffle through the operating rooms, parliaments our breathmints snipple in the hungry dawn our eating, the fibre, those mellow sauces dance dangerously close to the chilli snuggle down …

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Time with the Sky #6

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Reading Old Diaries

I was telling Jurgis last night that his bats had arrived again to eat the figs. I said: ‘Your friends have been coming again, the other night, while I was on the terrace, with their floppy wings.’ And he: ‘… …

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Lilies on the Dam

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Day in the Mind of the Life in the Garden

four weeks since the night        fed ice      fed you cube by melting cube on a certain day of July in 2012    commenced sunshine day’s early on secret smoke     the Bosnian bedsocks toed out in sandals garbage out fire fixed lit compost gone recycling chimney …

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