Tag Archives: Truganini

Under Some Weather

My legs ache as I move them out of the way. Truganini sets down a bowl of soup. I put my legs back in place. The soup smells horrible. “What on God’s earth is in this, Tru?” There’s like a hint of sardine. Chocolate? “Never you mind,” she scowls. “It will give you strength. You’ll […]

Truganini Returns

Thoughts of lust flow like water and blood winks and slaps against the tide. I can’t even out what or weather patterns are signs of stability and instability. The paradox of instability and stability. Experience is split so that is can exist. Everything is the same as nothing. Aum. I breathe deep, close my eyes, […]