Hamamatsu: home of unagi pie –– a biscuit made of eel.
Iwakuni: bridge of Samurai –– beer with strangers under blossom.
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Hamamatsu: home of unagi pie –– a biscuit made of eel.
Iwakuni: bridge of Samurai –– beer with strangers under blossom.
You die if you worry, die if you don’t. I laughed the first time he said it. I hadn’t heard it before.
We made the heads of Styrofoam
so not to be too heavy on their frail necks.
Hearts? Simply-fashioned, from lumps of stone.
An exploration of the impact of literature about eating disorders on readers. TW: Discussion of eating disorders and self harm.
Finding them dead on returning from vacation,
she flushed her six African Cichlids.
The last three nights, I dreamt I was a sail
Lifted, swept and thumped from here to there.
“There’s a certain sort of artifice in my work and the way I use light and scenes because my lighting creates a kind of dreamscape.”
Bellies lined with pyttipanna, we refill our water bottles and stride home from the city centre towards Block 5.
listen
words pass overhead
spoken broken in dialogue slang where South
is said “SOUF”
We sing the songs filled with sadness,
Songs with lyrics written in silence
Nobody knows, but I sometimes fantasise about what my partner’s childhood and teen years were like… I feel a great tenderness when I explore this town
Tuesday
morning with no people, no cars
only today there are no people,
no cars. Today it’s weird, isn’t it?