Lindsay Tuggle is a doctoral student at The University of Sydney, working on post /modern American poetry. She is interested, both creatively and academically, in exploring the ways in which the process of mourning intersects with the land one inhabits, how mourning is both borderless and inherent, and how this conception of grief can affect the ways we write and read bereavement. Her poetry has been published in HEAT , and she has published academic works on the poets Walt Whitman and Claude McKay.
further:
past fuel silos and stilted houses
the median now feverish halting
air retains a diesel shimmer.
her thirst is verdant, cerebral
a calling
toward the language of uprooting
a rural tongue
cut through mouthfuls of gravel
slow hints at immersion
beyond the line’s end.
off season we are
maritime slum
boarders: interior
girls wander absently
in shift dresses down
fallen stairwells
in a house with no doors.
outside the low road beckons.
pockets of decay
tinge border towns
sulphureous, balmy.
once more white lines
are revelations.
abandonment as a plaything
rustles toothless in the tall grass
adjacent vacant lots.
disembarking she walks in blindfolds
remembering the curvature of floor pedals
the blurred resonance of bitumen tributaries.
drowning ends in a glassy sprawl.
roadside altars whisper
fire soars
home again
all the empty passageways entreat:
go sleep with dust.
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