Edition2

by SUZI MEZEI I’m out of my depth – I don’t understand the snow. I’ve cocooned my invisible body parts in wads of tension, just in case the arctic gust cuts through these borrowed thermals. I’m unsteady in my boots;…

by SUZI MEZEI The window boasts white hot constellations that jar wakeful eyes, brazen glare exposes all that’s moored to our suburban plot: the trunks of scribbly gums etched in secret arboreal script, the neighbour’s sharp-eared terriers, listless at fenced…