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    PASSAGE
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    PASSAGE
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    PASSAGE

    By Bianca Bowers

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    In her second book of poetry, Bianca Bowers deconstructs and redefines her identity beyond the confines of domesticity while exploring her creative voice and searching for an unattainable sense of belonging as an Australian immigrant.

    I watch the moon dwarf my bedroom window
    and shelter inside a question mark

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPaperFields Press
    Release dateJul 8, 2015
    ISBN9780994240422
    PASSAGE
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    Bianca Bowers

    Bianca Bowers is an immigrant, best-selling poetry author, novelist and award-winning poetry editor. She holds a BA in English and Film/TV/Media Studies and has authored several books through her imprints Paperfields Press and Auteur Books.She is known for her deeply personal writing style that seamlessly weaves cultural and literary references into work that is informed by life experience and inspired by love, relationships, personal evolution, and the human condition.Bianca's first poems were published in 1999, in the esteemed New Zealand poetry anthology, Tongue in your Ear. Since then, Bianca's poems have appeared in various print anthologies, online journals and a trailer for a short film.THE WINEMAKER'S WIFE is Bianca's second novel.

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      Book preview

      PASSAGE - Bianca Bowers

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      For my grandmothers, biological and other:

      Anne, Wilhelmina, and Freda.

      Contents

      Prelude

      Restless ~ day

      Seduce my restless heart

      Mess

      Plagiarist

      A monster of authenticity

      Brisbane breathes

      Identity

      Chamber

      Trapped

      Restless ~ night

      Lotus in the Sahara

      Los Angeles

      In the End

      I hunt the shadow

      She leaves her soul in the stairwell

      Friction ~ day

      America

      Immigrant

      My face runs through the park

      Fairytale

      Conditioning

      I see a woman's reflection—

      Envy

      As if love was ever enough

      Resurrection or Burial

      A dissected heart

      Friction ~ night

      Fickle

      Flowers and Lies

      I sail on the wind

      I've fallen

      Ghosts

      I

      Gargoyle Moon

      Reflection ~ day

      The Memory of Water

      England, my England

      A red helicopter

      The Devil’s Courtyard

      I sit between pines

      Six Thousand Nautical Miles

      September

      Teenagers graffiti the trees

      Complicate me

      If I was a map

      Reflection ~ night

      Belonging

      1920

      Groundhog

      I hid inside a piano

      The ravens are everywhere

      My heart collects dust

      I want to swap my feet

      Rain

      Passage

      Behind glass

      I’m travelling to the clouds

      Palace

      I imagine that I’m a girl again

      Seventeen

      We’ll fly in pairs

      A stranger to belonging

      Let us touch the dawn

      My ghost beckons me

      Caterpillar

      NOTES

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Prelude

      My feet were fused with a 7-lane highway

      My spine, dismantled;

      a map of bones with no instruction.

      The pith of my existence, banished

      to the crepuscule

      while my hands waged war

      left and right

      I made

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