I’m standing outside Sydney Eye Hospital smoking a cigarette in the no-smoking zone. Dad is upstairs having a cataract removed.
At 02:47 Derrick rolls over in bed, grasps Jude by the hand, and says, ‘I’ve got a business idea.’
Seven languages, five authors, five translators, two self-translators. Stories, poems and experiments in, between and from Gamilaraay, Georgian, Indonesian and more.
Dear reader, if you want
to know me, listen to my poems.
I no longer hear their melody.
You can have these words, if you wait.
Skaut didn’t reply. He looked at the two local policemen, who could do nothing but return his confused gaze. Then he looked around at the faces of the dozens of villagers who stood regarding him hopefully, as if he was some sort of liberating prophet sent into their midst by God.
I looked out the window, across the lake to the flag fluttering above Capital Hill. The size of a double-decker bus, the guide had said. Four graceful shards of modern stainless steel marking the ‘centre of the nation’ – how much I’d wanted to work there, once upon a time.
I don't know about you, dear friend
but life keeps biting me with its beastly teeth
and there's nothing left to do
but bite back
I wrote some clumsy lyrics explaining why I do what I do. Words saying why I am what I am. It’s reassuring, trying to convince strangers you’re not such a bad guy, or trying to get them to see that they understand fuck all about your life.
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As luck would have it, the day before I was due to file this piece I ended up the emergency room with my ten-year-old daughter. She was burning up, had stomach pains. The fever clocked in at forty degrees. They took pieces of her away for testing. They stuck needles in her. I sat by her bed and we put our heads very close to the TV remote’s speaker and from time to time, people came to make sure she was okay.
As a person living with a chronic illness, the most humbling part of the experience for me is observing the amazing effect it has on other people. I am often asked, ‘Kaitlyn, what is the best thing about having a functional impairment?’ and I can say without hesitation that it is the magical way I inspire able-bodied people to divinely manifest medical knowledge.
I didn’t pick my moment well. We were standing in the middle of the vegetable aisle at Harris Farm, in front of an over-spilling tray of truss tomatoes, shortly after incurring the ire of a short and beefy man in a four-wheel drive whose parking spot I’d inadvertently taken.
Before our parents started pulling their hair out over the apocalyptic ‘hook-up culture’ endorsed by apps like Grindr, tinder and OKc. Baby Boomers were still stuck in that fear-mongering stage of ‘everyone you meet online is a serial killer’.
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