PoetryNana B and Zeide once ice-­skated on a lake in the Carpathian Mountains in Poland. ‘I was made for Poland,’ says Mum, as Brisbane roils with heat. But we are not headed for my great-­grandparents’ homeland; we are journeying to Geelong. ‘Mother-­daughter trips are good...

PoetryWear calico dress with Blueboard shoes, Corflute wings, Mylar  glasses, dangling Ethafoam earrings. Create houses for each object. Know  what is inside without a reference image.  Bundle up rust from your great-great-uncle’s chandelier, each bulb, the light itself. Take care with the light, it has a habit of sneaking out again....