Australia

Last Flight of the Octopus

Was the feedback really overwhelming? Or was my mother part of a fascist regime?

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Every now and then she brought me a freshly made soup

In return she was allowed to laugh at my moonface.

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My best friend’s girlfriend searched for videos of “the worst fireworks ever”

Our downward YouTube search spiral led to “biggest waves of all time.”

Australia and New Zealand

This is a Galah, the prettiest bird.

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The letters of inane emails started to jumble together, and I began to melt into my chair

I felt like the rest of my life was woven into the wiring underneath the desktop casing.

Sydney in winter is a strange affair.

Everything feels dog-eared, on pause.