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Start Here
Begin here: three entry poems — system-voice, memory, and childhood reflection — opening the counter/field.
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Day-Possum
A ringtail possum scurries along the powerline at noon, drawn out of hiding by mango scent — a stillness poem of summer abundance.
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Government Brain Serums Hidden In Street Signs Are Controlling The Schoolteachers
A paranoia-spiral poem: dog walkers, red leashes, barcodes, and the system that wants your eyes.
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The Letter
A quiet stillness poem: a woman hesitates before an unopened envelope as rain and silence stretch.
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A Process for the Creation of a Revenant
A ritual poem of death and rebirth, where incantation speaks to life, silence, and the border in-between.
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The Oars, Forgotten
An observational poem: rowers adrift mid-river, oars forgotten, a magpie watching in the afternoon stillness.
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Survival is Entropy
A system-voice poem where doctrine fractures, survival.exe and order.exe looping toward collapse.
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Unworded
A miniature stillness poem: broken chair, empty box, silence heavier than speech, words withheld.
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Gordian Knot
A recursive system-voice poem: vows and threads tighten into a tapestry of knots, breath held against collapse.
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Liminal Ground
A quiet observational prose poem: a grassy hollow, fig trees, and magpies in a moment of campus stillness.
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Hypergeometric
A surreal flash poem: an impossible body sprawled under headlights, angles twitching in uneasy stillness
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The Hill
A mythic poem of endurance: stone, shoulder, and sun in relentless dialogue with gravity and persistence.
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Nonexistence is Mandatory
A system-voice poem: the enemy contaminates order, excision demanded, survival rewritten as nonexistence.
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Deep Blue Sky
A reflective flash piece: childhood friendship, betrayal, and a blue sky that lingers long after the moment.
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On Saturday
An observational prose poem: early run by the river, ferries, rowers, birds, and the city slowly waking.
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Why I Failed as an Adventure Writer
A reflective prose piece: too many ideas, pulp gone strange, and the realisation that poetry was the path.
