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Rubble

By Anna Jeavons / 10 September 2021 / Comments Off on Rubble

Briny waves caress the shoreline. I hear the crash and fizz as we stroll towards the decaying jetty. I smell it before we get there, the cloying funk of dead things the ocean spat up like a fussy baby – leftover bait from amateur fishermen, seagull poo, tangled ropes of gelatinous seaweed. I tell Ramzy…

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Kintsugi

By Anna Jeavons / 10 September 2021 / Comments Off on Kintsugi

I was born of a dry clay, a clay that crumbles too easily. My family tried to mould me as a child but each time they tried I disintegrated under their fingers, stubborn and unforgiving. It wasn’t until I was eight that my father decided to use a little water, a little common sense, and…

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the day I was prescribed antidepressants

By Anna Jeavons / 10 September 2021 / Comments Off on the day I was prescribed antidepressants

The day I was prescribed antidepressants is also the day that I was pulled over by the police for being Victorian. Yup, I’m a reformed Melbournian. A born-again South Australian. I’ve knelt at the altar of St Nicola, I’ve been baptised in the river Torrens, I’ve broken bread from the Clarendon Bakery. While I have…

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Talk Elixir

By Anna Jeavons / 10 September 2021 / Comments Off on Talk Elixir

At school they knew me as ‘the girl who doesn’t talk’. At home I talked fine. I was ‘normal’. In fact, as number four of the six of us, I was probably the most animated and adventurous. But at school my voice just seemed to shut down. My silence was dismissed as severe shyness. But…

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Mahd

By Anna Jeavons / 10 September 2021 / Comments Off on Mahd

Melody and Harlow had always been the best of friends. As long as Mel could remember Harlow had always been by her side, encouraging her to take fun risks, supporting her to try new things, and making her feel safe. Mel was certain that they were going to be best friends forever, and knew she…

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In Twelve Years In and Out of Hospital, Mum Sat in the Waiting Room Playing Word Games to Occupy Her Mind

By Anna Jeavons / 10 September 2021 / Comments Off on In Twelve Years In and Out of Hospital, Mum Sat in the Waiting Room Playing Word Games to Occupy Her Mind

NURSE           To some it was just a job, they didn’t realise their conversations mattered more than medication. Martha, from the night shift, I will always remember. She’d play cards with me at midnight when I couldn’t settle my anarchic mind, swop my breakfast for ice cream if I won. She…

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IMPERIAL IMP

By Anna Jeavons / 20 August 2021 / Comments Off on IMPERIAL IMP

I WAS LOST WALKING THROUGH THE SCRUB IT WAS COLD, WET I FELT A TIREDNESS DEEP WITHIN WHEN I HEARD A RIPPLE – A CRY LIKE THE CRY OF A TRAPPED OR WOUNDED ANIMAL. I LOOKED AHEAD AND ALLOWED MYSELF TO SEE BEYOND MY OWN DARKNESS. I SAW A SAPLING. OR WHAT I THOUGHT WAS…

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Softly

By Anna Jeavons / 01 October 2020 / Comments Off on Softly

The first thing I learned from chronic pain is that hope is dangerous.  It took the first couple of years of regular punishment and debilitating pain to realise that if I allowed myself to hope, I would convince myself I could pretend to be normal. And if I did something normal… ate something normal, walked…

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Sugar Glass

By Anna Jeavons / 17 September 2020 / Comments Off on Sugar Glass

I feel like I am made of glass and things that shatter. Maybe not glass. Sugar glass. The kind that they use on television that shatters but that does not pierce. I know that I am okay and that my anxieties are not real. I know that is unlikely to be real. I know that…

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Notes on home

By Anna Jeavons / 17 September 2020 / Comments Off on Notes on home

“Did you know that my grandparents build this house with their bare hands?” I hear myself say, a distinct note of pride inflecting my voice. I’m flicking through photos, pointing out the octagonal shape and unique fixtures. There’s pride, yes, and a sense of novelty. There’s a quaintness to the anachronism of building four walls…

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