Jini Maxwell

Thirteen ways of watching Dr Phil with you

I.     Today on Dr Phil, we are identical twins. You have a fetish for clowns, and I have a phobia of clowns. We live together for some reason in a city where clowns are readily available. II.     Today on Dr Phil, a …

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GAME Editorial

As we write this, we are living in cities that are both in lockdown. Our days see us bouncing from one device to another, room to room to room.

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Submission to Cordite 102: GAME

A game is an environment navigated by apparent rules and structured by invisible rules. All of these (and the game) can be broken if you know where to look.

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Get Ready with Me: 6 Poems by Jini Maxwell

in the record of another time zone / perfection is inevitable – we are waiting

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a clown car named desire

spending a summer afternoon eating a box of cherries in bed is arguably a very sexy thing to do unlike drinking red bull in the shower, which is the other meal i had today writing a love poem is like …

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bay city plaza

six am: sea intervening fog. Ropes slick round the cleats in their binds and the dock sits, sunk like an old dog. They say a good body is hard to find. It’s seven now. I’ve had braver days. Last night, …

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The Closet Opens by Degrees

This is the year I make reparations to my sixteen-year-old self. I am closing every Messenger window, burning her school kilt, and letting the wool smoke choke everyone. I am retreading sixteen like a warpath: I demand to be kissed …

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