Faith

In a dark community hall

In a dark campsite

In the dark Australian bush

The Holy Spirit descends

 

Wistful chords from unplugged guitars

Spinning two-dollar disco lights

A forest of swaying teenagers

Straining towards the heavens

 

The pastor torrents with prayer

The room swells with amens

The girl starts to shake and mutter

Bent into a Z by her faith

 

I watch as they lower her to the floor

Shuttered face, pale and glistening

Afterwards, they tell us tenderly

She was overcome by the Holy Spirit

 

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Grace

On a quest to: 1) Make Asian-Australian character-driven speculative fiction a legit genre 2) Turn myself into a chocolate-coffee monster by eating all the chocolate and coffee in the world. Alllll.

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