Marginalia — Extinctions

An extract from Extinctions by Josephine Wilson

Dorothy Hewett Award for an Unpublished Manuscript Extinctions Josephine Wilson

Sunday January 17, 2006

Out the window there was nothing that could be called poetry, nothing wind-swept, billowing, tossing or turning in a streaky sky, nothing other than a taut blue sky and the low drone of air conditioners. In car parks across the city women pulled on soft cotton hats and cowered under brollies. Babies kicked and squalled, itchy with heat rash. Fridges groaned. Water dripped from old rubber seals. Milk soured. Fans turned. The grid strained.

Read more →

×
×

View full product info