Josephine Clarke



At Evening, Canberra

a whistle look up to see that apricot wash and out on the balcony of this block named Manhattan, two currawongs expose white butts at empty apartments which face Mt Ainslie in an arc one lands on the terrace next …

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This Smile

was not brought to you by Facebook curvature of the lips simultaneous to a flicker of your looking this warm spring morning your hands never still bring in the tide I can’t get from one end of the house to …

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