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Already Said


The anxiety showed up in October
When I started to wonder if everything I had to say
Had already been said.

When I wanted so badly to write
But instead

All I could do was think

about nothing

But it was there
In that city of perpetually wonky chairs
Where I think, finally
I might have really got in touch with something /
Reached a deeper level of understanding
And remembrance for former fondness
Kicked in.
Needed nurturing.

And as I sat in the sun with a coffee
The words came flooding back.

by Peta Roxy Brady


This poem by Peta Roxy Brady is featured in our Summer Zine #10, in response to the Taungurung word "ngamiy", which means "sun". 

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