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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.   


JOURNAL ENTRIES #102, #91, #97, #83

15th of July 2014, 11:34PM 

even when i’m alone i can hear the toilet paper fall to the floor in the next room 

and the tickle in your throat

i block my nose, close my eyes, and dunk

last night i puked in a bag beside his bed and kissed him goodnight

16th of May 2014, 11:06PM 

my spine is curling in on itself

and i’ve cut the wires that connect my eyes to my brain

you’re directly opposite the tips of my sneakers, three steps away 

i could close them off, but i won’t

i would slow, you would slow 

i keep my back to you, i let myself into the nearest building 

they’re serving chicken accompanied by three layers of grease and two gallons of gravy 

that episode of seinfeld is on, the one with the fish in the bag and that box with the television inside of it 

i stick my head between my legs

i’m alright. are you alright? how are your elbows and your knees? 

3rd of June 2014, 12:04AM

a stye in one eye, one second of maple syrup on the collar of my shirt 

i drove past your old house, i guessed the date

we don’t talk anymore

7th of April 2014, 10:36PM

i’m driving down the narrow road that meets the end of your street

the speakers have blown out 

my mouth hasn’t stopped for twelve hours

i’m driving past roadkill that looks like an animal’s head and flesh pulled against the body of a person 

i forget to click off my headlights and my battery’s flat tomorrow

COMPILATION: I Know Why the Caged Grrrl Sings
I had too much to say about Tuff Enough’s latest compilation - head over to The Le Sigh and watch me burst out a girlish squeal over the course of a couple hundred words. And then drill your ears into this damn good, damn powerful LP.  

COMPILATION: I Know Why the Caged Grrrl Sings

I had too much to say about Tuff Enough’s latest compilation - head over to The Le Sigh and watch me burst out a girlish squeal over the course of a couple hundred words. And then drill your ears into this damn good, damn powerful LP.  

THINKING, ONLY EVER

1. thinking, i’m only ever alone when i’m up to my neck in tepid water

i slide on the tap with 

my toes until it goes up

my nose and i let it all out

again, and let it all in again 

sit in the cold, my back pressed

against white 

until a few moments later

when i’m red all over

2.  thinking, of the light that streaks your walls 

but only ever past four PM 

and the cars close it off 

around five 

when the light spills go from here, to there again

to here again 

and my eyes drift from the wall, on my left

to the edge of your chin, on my right

to the paint job on your ceiling 

and back again

3. thinking, as i bust in the front door 

with my keys in one hand 

three days of dirty underwear in the other

and a twenty dollar note between my lips

you squeeze me around the gut, kiss me

on the forehead 

struggling to keep everything in my arms 

as you ask me if i had gotten 

over it and i think of ten years earlier 

when i held gold coins on my tongue

without any worry of where they’d been prior to meeting me 

as the note falls out my mouth and at

your feet

as i answer yes, i got over it days ago

and realise you only ever kiss me on the forehead 

when i’ve been gone for 

forty eight hours, at least

 

EP: Florist - 6 Days of Songs
Here’s my write-up for Florist’s latest release: 6 Days of Songs - (if only Florist could sing us all to sleep everyday for the rest of our lives. Or at least until our eyelids refused to open anymore). 

EP: Florist - 6 Days of Songs

Here’s my write-up for Florist’s latest release: 6 Days of Songs - (if only Florist could sing us all to sleep everyday for the rest of our lives. Or at least until our eyelids refused to open anymore). 

EP: Toby Celery - Haha yeah
My write-up discussing Toby Celery’s latest; a shrine to vegetables 95% water, sad girls on the Internet, and (most importantly), Toby Celery herself.

EP: Toby Celery - Haha yeah

My write-up discussing Toby Celery’s latest; a shrine to vegetables 95% water, sad girls on the Internet, and (most importantly), Toby Celery herself.