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Chairn, 1820 FE

Ten o’clock

Her room was empty:

No sound;

No light.

Phoebe sat in the darkness -


Thinking of Eliza;

of the threshold the woman was so ready to cross...


...death is at work in us.

It creeps like a thief in the midnight


Where it feels easier to just swim down.

We have this treasure in jars of clay,

Yet, it feels so much like fear.

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust...

Half-past ten

...a siren began wailing:



“There is now a new case of the plague.”

All Chairn feared,

And all she was used to…

24/06 - 11/10/2021

...stay at home orders;

Current lockdown will be extended;

1,599 locally acquired cases.

How long can Sydney last like this?

I had not thought death had undone so


Eleven o’clock


She was flailing;

she needed something more…

No one saw her soul,

Apollo didn’t care,

But he produced such a smile…

Him. The secret present she really shouldn’t open...

09/2020 -

...but that’s the thing about illicit affairs:

They die and they die a million little


You turned to other gods,

Exchanged your glorious God for

something disgraceful,

I am Eleanor Rigby.

- 08/08/2021

Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life

Holy crap. I think Phoebe Waifare worked

I wrote my way out

- September - November 2021


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