Bianca Black – Medium

Bianca Black

Postscript

We sit down. The threads of yesterday’s contentments chase round the bread knives Constricted hopes entroping in the butter And time talks…

May 19, 2022

May 19, 2022

Old News

I am suspicious of the regularity of rain Of the angularity of stacked tuna cans and a shopping list and a proffered hand and a cheerful…

May 10, 2022

May 10, 2022

Old doors

I will think of you in motor fumes, in throttle roars, In seals for sliding doors, in calloused hands and brioche and sweet filaments for…

Apr 3, 2022

Old doors

Apr 3, 2022

The Overflows

My hands are not a little tired My mind not a little worn

Dec 20, 2021

The Overflows

Dec 20, 2021

I worry

I worry

Nov 23, 2021

I worry

Nov 23, 2021

Unmade.

I have done, undone

Jul 30, 2021

Unmade.

Jul 30, 2021

Nightwalking

I am walking again, at night, heel to toe.

Jul 3, 2021

Nightwalking

Jul 3, 2021

Published in
P.S. I Love You

An Autumn File

The autumn leaves drift by my chair, Found at the charity store down the block. They turn themselves out, curvy and thin, As I flip through…

May 30, 2021

An Autumn File

May 30, 2021

Going Wading

Wade in the water. I wade in up to my neck, The cold collects round my feet, in my veins Grabs at my pulse that is faster, now, running…

Apr 5, 2021

Going Wading

Apr 5, 2021

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Storymaker

Small

Beneath the sea

Mar 3, 2021

Small

Mar 3, 2021

Bianca Black

Bianca Black

The thoughts of a loveress of language and arts professional. Melbourne -> Byron Bay -> Adelaide, Australia.

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