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Madalyn Trewin studies writing in Canberra, Australia. You can usually find her picking at her cuticles, walking her dog, or writing for the lovely ladies at The Le Sigh. Otherwise, if you're looking, your best bet at finding her will be beneath her bed writing skeevy poetry about her ever stretching fear of growing taller than 5"5.   


SPLIT: Joanna Gruesome / Trust Fund
A rundown of Joanna Gruesome’s latest split alongside fresh-faced Bristol based Trust Fund: (really, this review isn’t a step-by-step recap, it’s just a lot of gushiness and/or mushiness straight from my gut. If my write-up doesn’t convince you to fall in love with these two, their split will).  

SPLIT: Joanna Gruesome / Trust Fund

A rundown of Joanna Gruesome’s latest split alongside fresh-faced Bristol based Trust Fund: (really, this review isn’t a step-by-step recap, it’s just a lot of gushiness and/or mushiness straight from my gut. If my write-up doesn’t convince you to fall in love with these two, their split will).  

EP: Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret - S/T
My write-up from last month - getting down on my knees in prayer all for the sake of this one-off Judy Blume tribute project. 

EP: Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret - S/T

My write-up from last month - getting down on my knees in prayer all for the sake of this one-off Judy Blume tribute project. 

JOURNAL ENTRIES, UNNUMBERED: SEPTEMBER

8th of September 2014, 12:26PM

a string tugging against the side of me 

the weight of my body 

pulled from every direction at once

stitched up nice and tight

please -

don’t touch me for a week

12th of September 2014, 9:59PM

i’m heavier: 

in satisfaction

in pleasure

in content.

in exchange,

i’m left heavier -

with something to clutch onto,

with something i didn’t ask for. 

it’s clutching, with four fingers

it’s fullness

and a sense of regret.  

an inability to exhale.

something i wish i’d left,

under a winter blanket

beneath my bed.

23rd of September 2014, 7:29PM

patience

(with me)

as i learn to clean 

(to cook)

and you wait for me

(to finish your favourite book).

please keep teaching me

(the best way to pop my pimples,

the best way to clean the edges of my mouth)

until i’ve learnt enough 

(to unclog the plug in your throat)

thelesigh:

Split: Slurp’s Up / The Flaccids

My review of Chicago’s latest queercore: a punch in the gut and a kick in the teeth worth pushing yourself into the pit for.

thelesigh:

Split: Slurp’s Up / The Flaccids

My review of Chicago’s latest queercore: a punch in the gut and a kick in the teeth worth pushing yourself into the pit for.

Te Tapu-nui (of intense sacredness)

you crane

at such great heights.

a scar runs down your middle.

there’s a rip, in your shoulder - 

a cave, in your gut.

they are conquering you;

shattering you;

came close to destroying you. 

slowly, your edges crumble.

if their bare wrists 

were to brush against your ridges,

if their fingertips,

skinless,

were to scrape right by your side

they, too

would be conquered by you;

shattered by you;

destroyed by you.

soon, to be devoured

(by you).