For thou hast girded me with strength unto the battle Psalm 18 1 A hackled old mind crawls in its darkness, a story-telling crab cracking the shells of night-hours tries to stretch itself out of its thoughts like a person praying for sufficiency-in-God’s-eyes, so teasingly almost possible. All worlds must end, begin, end, the rap … Continue reading
In a dream there is a veil of water between us, your face green with algae: my mirror image, separate, waterlogged in a world you trail within you. The Aztec water goddess is you, who grew the hearts that were thrown to her into a prickly pear tree, each fruit unpickable, embroiled with the spines … Continue reading
Dark days are here. Nothing can stop them, they crowd like hair around the temples, everyone knows and now we can say, at last, it is dark. On Manus, they are walking along fine edges of themselves, under a borrowed moon, a borrowed sun. Nobody follows them, they would lead only to an end of … Continue reading
To blast it out of me – I would die with the blast, some small speck of me remain, fearless, cruising on every possibility, open-eyed, without that soul caving in, without a hundred deaths frog-marching me along to where and when they never say. To blast it out of me, the fear that chokes and … Continue reading
Petra White was born in Adelaide in 1975 and has lived since 1998 in Melbourne where she works as a public servant. Her first book, The Incoming Tide (John Leonard Press 2007),was shortlisted for the Queensland Premier’s Literary awards and for the ACT Judith Wright award. Her second book The Simplified World (John Leonard Press … Continue reading
