One of my favourite photos from a trip to Rome in 2013. It was mid-year and sizzling hot. I stayed in an apartment near Campo
In your bedroom, emotions stretch like adhesive bandages over thoughts. In the mirror, your body itself is a train & passengers swarm out of your
Sydney’s Italian street festival, Ferragosto, happens in August each year and sees Great North Rd in Five Dock overflowing with food stalls, performances and rides.
Read ‘Pressed Voices’ in the latest issue of Meniscus Literary Journal, edited by Jen Webb and Sandra Arnold. I’m so pleased to have this poem
Originally posted on purehaiku:
sea bedspread of fog slow lift – swimmers tucked inside move into the day ? © Fleur Beaupert 2019 ? I…
A piece I submitted to Pure Haiku will appear as part of the Emergence theme kicking off 2019. Many thanks to Freya Pickard for including