Saturday, 3 July 2034

Based on one of my nightmares, this short story tells of a man who is chased by an unknown assailant. The thought that one’s own demise could be clouded in mystery is truly terrifying and is the reason why I chose to explore this theme in the poem.

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Brisbane – otherwise known as the river city, has been my home for the greater portion of my life. It’s murky brown hue has it’s own unique charm and I wanted to capture it’s opaque beauty in this work.

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The Last Song

This poem came to me one day, telling a story of a passed singer longing for her lost lover. I imagined her as a spectre singing to an empty auditorium, except for the rats in the night.

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