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Available direct, or from (unconfirmed):


* Better Read than Dead: 265 King Street, Newtown
* Bird in the Hand: 100a King Street, Newcastle
* Gleebooks: 49 Glebe Point Road, Glebe
* Kinokuniya Bookstore: Level 2 The Galeries, Victoria, 500 George Street, Sydney

In Victoria

* Readings: Carlton, 309 Lygon Street
* Readings: Hawthorn, 701 Glenferrie Road
* Readings: Malvern, 185 Glenferrie Road
* Readings: Port Melbourne, 253 Bay Street
* Readings: St Kilda, 112 Acland Street
* Avenue Bookstore: 127 Dundas Place, Albert Park
* Basho Bookshop: 139 Lygon Street, Brunswick East
* Brunswick Street Bookstore: 305 Brunswick Street, Fitzroy
* Brunswick Bound: 361 Sydney Road, Brunswick
* Chronicles: 91 Fitzroy Street, St. Kilda
* Collected Works Bookshop: Level 1 Nicholas Building, 37 Swanston Street, Melbourne
* Collector’s Corner: 240 Swanston Walk, Melbourne
* Greville St. Books: 145 Greville Street, Prahran
* Kids in Berlin: 472 Victoria Street, North Melbourne
* mag nation: 88 Elizabeth Street, Melbourne
* Melbourne University Bookshop: Baillieu Library Building, Parkville
* Metropolis: Level 3 Curtin House, 252 Swanston Street, Melbourne
* Paperback Bookshop: 60 Bourke Street, Melbourne
* Polyester: 330 Brunswick Street, Fitzroy
* Reader’s Feast: Midtown Plaza, Cnr Bourke & Swanston Streets, Melbourne
* RMIT Bookshop: 17-25 Little LaTrobe Street, Melbourne
* Sticky: Shop 10 Campbell Arcade, Melbourne (enter from Degraves or Flinders Streets)
* Swinburne University Bookshop: 160 High Street, Prahran

Around Australia

* Borders Bookshops

Like a Cloud

Today I held an unspeakable happiness in my hand
and threw it into the open mouth
of a cloud.
The cloud laughed and laughed, louder and louder
until the sound circled the earth
and covered the land.
I raised my hands into the sky,
empty palms collecting sweet rain
that fell like mist.
Joy increased a hundredfold, and I looked around
to see the people in their rafts
catching the baptism with open mouths.
They closed their eyes and dropped their umbrellas,
and I watched as tiny oceans
formed in upside-down worlds.
I looked into my reflection
and I smiled at the recollection
of water welled up
beneath my eyes.


Love is not a get well soon card upon my desk
when I do not consider myself sick.
It is the admiration of uncommon thoughts
and the adoration of tired eyes
that another may call sad, or haunted, or aged,
but love calls "mine".

It is not the burning agoraphobia on my behalf,
nor the fear of the lips of another's kiss,
but the absolute trust with which love sends me
from departure to departure into foreign nights,
and the trust with which love accepts me upon arrival.

So why is it that "love" takes hold of my hands so gently
before confessing its belief that my mind is unwell?
The rhetoric that pierces my eyes
is useless to me -- completely useless!
Love has yet to figure me out completely,
is always lost in discovery,
dripping obscure colours upon my chest with careful brush strokes
to see what pictures will appear
rather than mapping out my every scar
like the lines upon an embattled face.

"Love" keeps me in a cage to view me,
to study me,
handcuffing me to its green ambitions,
rather than allowing me the freedom to bleed
from paper cuts upon my hands as I fold aeroplanes,
before flying through a thousand gates but always returning --
to love.

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Swallowed in the Disappearing Act

Like fog settling upon darkened roads,
I find my cluttered mind surrounded by you once again.
Absent as you were from the palms of my hands,
as vacant as the shadowy lots of my soul have been,
these are the thoughts that I cannot deny,
bequeathed by your tender touch.
My world once again collides with yours,
embracing, rather, your ethereal figure,
feeling every breath thrown against the earth beneath your feet,
drawing you into the honey-soaked air between my teeth.
I dig my nails in, wrists heavy with your memory,
trying to figure out how you disappeared so suddenly,
but once again, you vanish into black asphalt,
like fog settling upon darkened roads.


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Well, it looks like this is it.

I've been feeling increasingly like it's time for a move, and it's finally happened. I've found a new place to upload everything.

I've been considering this ever since these ugly advertisements started appearing on LiveJournal, and I've read up on a few different things.

DeviantArt was one experiment that went for a while, but I've found that it's fairly limited, and I just don't like it.

But WordPress looks like it'll be my new home. I read up on it after a few other people started using it; the layout looks clean and the different features are intriguing.

The icing on the cake was when I found out I could migrate all of my LiveJournal posts over.

Anyway, I'm not trying to convert anyone, but this is more of a note to link over to it. If you do happen to read this old thing, please visit me.


P.S. I'll be keeping this open anyway, in order to keep up with other LJs and stuff.

Jacobean Defense

I’m not a self-serving man,
I’m a single-serving plan:
ready to use, straight out of the package,
unable to be abused, cause I’ve had so much practice.

Much to the chagrin of all of my enemies,
I’m completely disposable, with the exception of my memories;
recording every transgression committed against this vessel,
and this is the man with whom you now wrestle!

Harbinger (Flat White Love Story)

Consider our lives as the deep exhales of butterflies,
and eternity as the space between our eyes;
what prodigious thoughts lurk in this place,
where flawed ideals expand at frightening pace?
What blind love do we receive in vain,
when emotion is seen as the greatest pain?
Can you truly see forever in my eye’s depth,
when our lives are as fleeting as a butterfly’s breath?

(no subject)

I want to write a letter, but have no one to write to.

I don't even know what I would say.

And so here I am instead.
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