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Author: Jordie Albiston

  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    He is not the killer he used to be

    • Jordie Albiston
    • 18 August 2015

    Her every lover, her filler of dreams, her kisser of broken & bruised. She watches him through the pills, she misses him when he leaves, whispers to foot that when she recovers she will love him for ever & ever, but now he is heading back down the stairs & she stares at his absence.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    God's little twinkler

    • Jordie Albiston
    • 09 December 2014

    —trembly bubble of life —raindrop clinging still to cold window glass —illuminated deity —stunning —hosanna on heat —heaven in a melt —earth on its knees beneath serious sun

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Favourite body parts

    • Jordie Albiston
    • 13 September 2011
    6 Comments

    Thank you feet, for putting one after another along shorelines and long paths ... Sorry for all the concrete, landmines and shoes. To hands, many thanks, for touching many things ... I hope you enjoyed the feel of another's occasional flesh.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Kinglake undone

    • Jordie Albiston
    • 21 June 2011
    5 Comments

    Prayer has not prevailed. She sits silent without lover or friend: she slumps in her blackened skirts: she slumps in black dust: she slumps in her black that was green.

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