I have a short story called ‘Local Legend’ up on Slink Chunk Press! It’s about an enby who meets a unicorn and I absolutely loved writing it. Enjoy!
Content warning: poop, pee, first aid/wound care.
Photo credit: Noah Jacquemin via Flickr, All Creative Commons.
Wanna read a creepy poem about baby teeth? Of course you do! My poem ‘Mother’s milk’ is in Issue 6 of the awesome Gargouille. Grab yourself a copy in their shop for only 18 bucks!
Hi fronds! I have a poem in the ‘New Shoots Anthology: poems inspired by plants’, thanks to Red Room Company and The Royal Botanic Garden, Sydney. Download the Anthology PDF here for free!
I have a flower-themed poem called Sunday Stroll in the latest Umbel and Panicle! The poem uses ze/hir pronouns and is about a flowering lithop. 🌸
I have a poem on page 8 of the latest Woolf Pack! It’s about migrating Caper White butterflies in Brisbane ❤️ You can read the digital copy on Issuu here.
I have a short story called ‘Glitter and Leaf Litter’ coming out in the Gender Diverse Pronouns issue of Capricious! SO HAPPY!
It’s a story of two enby teenagers who have sleepovers in an abandoned mansion and the ghostly friends they meet along the way. The story uses they/them pronouns and has: #friendshipgoals, cuddles and spooning, glitter, whimsy, and poetic descriptions. ❤
Copies of my Feminist Puzzle Zine will be on sale for 4 bucks at 4ZZZfm’s rad event Hidden Treasurezzz this weekend!
I came out to fanfare and
distaste. As they gripped
my hands and said I was
brave, I watched you roll
the word inside your mouth:
testing it with your tongue
like the pit of a sour plum
you didn’t want to swallow.
This poem was first published in Bi-Focus issue #2, which you can buy here.
I clench my muscles.
With squelch and grunt
it clangs,
circling into the bowl.
Crouching on cool bathroom
tiles, I dip my arm into dull
yellow water, hold it in my hand
for a moment, remember
your fingers slipping and curling
into me. I towel off the ring
and place it in an envelope,
which I leave in your letterbox.
An hour later your texts: HE KNOWS
HE FUCKING KNOWS
and I imagine your fingers
sliding against the tears
that splatter your phone screen.
Going to Sticky Institute’s Festival of the Photocopier this weekend in Melbourne? Then check out the Woolf Pack table! Issue 8 will be launched (which I have a little poem in!), and there will also be copies of ALL my zines for sale. ❤
Sadly I’m stuck in sweaty Brissie and can’t be at #FOTP2017 myself but I hope it’s a zinetastic experience 😘
