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French Betrayal
She had a kind, full face that smiled often and widely. Her Instagram profile was full of collages of her new place, friends and beach days. Each had hopeful, warm bios underneath with some in French and some not. She was bold and confident enough to make a life for herself on the other side…
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What Lives Inside
One thing I need you to know, I find it hard to let people go. I was just a kid, when it was planted like a seed. One that I’m ashamed of, one time hasn’t been able to weed. It’s stuck in my pores, it colours my hair. In the darkness it grows, behind my…
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Between You and Me
I want to remember this time, When things are simple. And all our moments fit neatly into a box. Where the thought of you blooms, throughout my day. As I play with each of the letters, of your trés serious name. When we speak exclusively, in tongues and eyes. And leave the English and French,…
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Stevia Love
What if they’re careful and then they’re cruel? They play with your best parts, dissect them like food. When they turn the lights out, mid-conversation. One minute you were peeling yourself, and next your lacerated.
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When the start and end meet
“ If you need any help sweetheart, let me know okay?” He calls out to me as I start on dinner. Tonight he’s light, chatty. This is a grandad I’m surprised to meet, especially as over the past few decades he’s shown no interest in me. “ Kids are to be seen and not heard…“…
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Sentimental Hearts
Maybe everyone has that one person, or even two who give them something no one else can. Someone free, that being with them makes you feel free, like a holiday from yourself. For me, this person was a 6 foot 2, greek boy from Hunter’s Hill. His Yaya Anastasia, made the best biscuits – “…
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Chasing Butterflies
I follow a white T-shirt with a purple butterfly print, down Central station’s endless overpass tunnel. The tiled floor and ceilings bounce snippets of conversation from earphones, mouthes and buskers. And if that wasn’t overwhelming enough, the iridescent lights burn holes into your retinas, as people glance at you with the same look of being…
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JACQUEMUS Fall 2023
WAS IT PRINCESS OF THE PEOPLE OR PRINCESS, CONFUSED? The show opened in picturesque France with guests seated in boats. To the far left was a leafy park with a red lipstick-like carpet, separating it from the water. The carpet adding a slice of glamour and celebrity dividing the natural landscape, which reflected the Musé-…
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My depression always has one song it listens to…
Hey! There’s been a robbery. She stole my heart and took off on me.” Over and over again, I would listen to Lime Cordial, as the only way to get through the day. On the bus to Uni.. in the bathroom… at the gym…. My therapist had warned me to stop avoiding…
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Water People
My new thing is trying to water myself. I do it in the quietness of being alone, however like my pot-plants my track record isn’t great. It seems like the only pot-plant I haven’t killed is an Elephant Palm. It lives in a vase of water. It is the one plant I didn’t buy but…
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To Forget One’s Self
I’ve been avoiding a certain phone call. One I use to make every week since I was eleven. She was like my second mother and now I can’t even call her- can’t bring myself to press that button. And I feel guilty about it everyday, so I smoosh it to the back of my mind.…
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The Addiction of Best-friends
It’s the end of January- already. Crazy how this month has vanished in a blink. Being absent from Christmas and New Years, kind of felt like I missed the things that usually kiss the year goodbye. The rituals and people that swaddle you up in a blanket of retrospection; with the outcome feeling like you’re stuck…
Beyond Curious 