Chris Lynch

Another bardo

Whenever one says “this or that”, the depth-mind perceives “this and that”.— Reuven Tsur lean into the lonely: stack the dirty dishes & then wash them the warm soap hands in a polynomial void like a horned god at the …

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In the first few jetlagged days of being back in Australia, I always notice the birds: the bright cacophony of rainbow lorikeets the liquid alien throatiness of magpies the dusty, distant, intimate confession of a crow. But this time there’s …

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