The idea of tenacity fascinates me. As the eldest daughter of a political
refugee, my life has every to do with my father's drive to survive. Through
thirty years our relationship has had its fill of eases and strains. Every few
years I spend the last weeks of August unravelling and re-ravelling our stories.
Once the closest of confidants we now shore up on opposite sides of the
globe, existing as practically strangers.
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from the sky
burns holes in polyester
coat me in white powder
I shake drops from my eyes;
see a sea
tin gangways strut
carob balcony rails strut
puffed chests brimming spirits
of sugar kelp twists
of kombu shoots
of shiners and secrets
from Parentheses n.11 / Spring 2021