Menopause is an unraveling. All the selves I knew, shed upon the floor in sloughed off skins from which I step out gingerly, naked. They tell me I am invisible now. Is that another word for free? ... [+]
Menopause is an unraveling. All the selves I knew, shed upon the floor in sloughed off skins from which I step out gingerly, naked. They tell me I am invisible now. Is that another word for free? ... [+]
What was I thinking? A country boy doesn't belong in Perth.
I was told the CBD was clean and safe, but as I walk into peak-hour Hay Street gridlock, I'm thrown. The alley beside His Majesty's
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With a bit of whistling and a roll of the wrist
I slipped into some rusty overalls to go
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