Julian Zytnik



Babe

When you took my hand that first night we were walking along the red brick mall from the pub to the teller at the foot of the old State Bank that had just collapsed – not literally or right then …

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Ways of Death: No. 8

going up the Tweed-to-Ballina Highway at 110 to plant my open face in lightning's clean sheets bright as second days dawning in snapped flashes. One of its rogue forks tonguing from the sky tries to pick me up at the …

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