She Was Standing On The Steps by Gary Cummiskey

Eva Jackson: 0026

We bit the small pink sponge of the China-berries
Brought on fainting fits with fast breaths and then holding it,
I ran after the scuffed soccer ball
With no sense of where it was going.
We circled each other in a “battle of wills”
We pressed our eyeballs until the white lightning came,
Sifted through sand for glinting yellow pieces.
We ran and kissed one another
Skirted the end of the field
Where shallow men, warned of, hid behind
The diamond gaps in the green wire fence
And the highway’s noise moved down the slope.
You told us, “by god, if they come over that fence, you run!
I’ll pick up the small ones, and you run.”
You were our teacher, who were these hordes
That would come?
A colonial hangover, the knowledge that,
Sooner or later, with small children
And their teachers basking in the sun
We’d be looking down the barrel of a gun?

Internet Sentences: 0015

This is my fifth times of writting you this email since last year till date but no response from you.Hope you get this one, as this is a personal email directed to you.

Source: Junk Mail

Victoria Williams: 0179

I remember at the wedding, she was a guest, and crisper than the wine. She sniffed and said, ‘I have seen them in the bath. Not like lovers but like playmates.'

Manu by Danielle Naidoo

This Is Tomorrow Calling by Gary Cummiskey

Eva Jackson: 0025

pocket 

Zaheer: Johnpallor:-)couldn'thulkny:-pal:-)jol)notional
me: absolutely.

Shy Saras

Shy Saras (1995, Gudari Press) by Max Moodley. Shy Saras is a 16-page, hand-made, handwritten chapbook about an Indian woman who has a sexual awakening. 5 chapbooks were made. Out of print.

Victoria Williams: 0178

We got caught in something called a hail storm... it was just like when mamma would put us in the bath tub and pour frozen peas over us. That crrrrssshh of the fall and the tap and snap on the bath of the peas as they bounced. The pinch of our skin as it tightened in the cold. It was just like that.

Fizz

Bird Goes To The Mirror by Gary Cummiskey

Eva Jackson: 0024

Nietzsche and Mushi on Cruelty to Cars

All in all, punishment hardens and renders people more insensible;
it concentrates; it increases the feeling of estrangement;
it strengthens the power of resistance.
Let us be kind to our cars
they move us in space and time
and throw away wheels so that we can preserve legs.

Dead Spit by Danielle Naidoo

B: Don't spit on the street.
G: Where should I spit then?
B: Swallow it.
G: I'm not gonna swallow dead spit.

Victoria Williams: 0177

I showed up on the doorstep prepared to ask if I could stay. I knew that if you didn't say yes immediately then I would leave.

Internet Sentences: 0014

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Source: Junk Mail

Drawing Twenty One January-2002 by Gary Cummiskey

Eva Jackson: 0023

It was a speaking silence, I thought
Then you said, we never talk.

Max Moodley: 0070

Victoria Williams: 0176

You’ve stopped taking drugs: good for your health maybe. But at what cost to your personality?

Max Moodley: 0069

I shouldn't have worn the bow-tie.

Drawing Twenty January-2002 by Gary Cummiskey

Eva Jackson: 0022

You are my Rodriguez

You are my Rodriguez
Even your mouth looks the same as his
The way he looks sidelong and the camera stares.
In the houses he cleared, the construction dust
On him as he came home
To his wife and children.
You look straight
Or would, if you were here with me, at the screen
Seeing the story unfold about him
About how he became famous
Against all odds of ignorance, and was claimed.
I claim you, I’ll show them
I see you.