Anguilla Australis

A poem by me


Wading in the warm,

Eucalyptus-stained water,

A slippery creature,

Slides by my ankles.

 

The skin she touched burns,

Hot and aggravated.

Like a sudden rash,

Inflamed by interest.

 

My arms begin to play

A fervent game of tug of war,

The waters’ surface,

My opponent.

 

The quicksand beneath me,

Has picked its side,

Pulling my toes,

Scheming to trawl me.

 

Neptune’s string,

Simmers around me,

Budding ubiquitously,

Threatening suffocation.

 

To tease me twice,

My soles are skimmed,

By the same beast,

Slightly smaller.

 

Mania spews from my fingertips,

As I feverishly dive below,

Snatching at the stream,

Open-eyed, spluttering brine.

 

Finally clutching the slimy body

Of a Southern short-finned eel.


cover image from pinterest.

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A Wandering Tribute

Home seems to have a lovely way of reminding me of what it’s like to not be home. Grateful for the places i’ve been, i promise i’m going back every day somehow.

Digital media series; a tribute to my travels

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in this series, i move between southern california to austrian ski towns and honolulu’s shore, from loud, bustling cities to the low rumble of crashing waves on australian beaches. my house is pretty quiet. the bus drives past and a stream of keyboard clicks are heard throughout the day. and i know that these places are quieter now too. but, thankfully, in this quietness, i can hear how they were.

35mm film + graphics