Shastra Deo
Goodreads Author
Born
in Fiji
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February 2013
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https://www.goodreads.com/shastradeo
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The Agonist
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The Exclusion Zone
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Admissions: Voices within Mental Health
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The Best Australian Poems 2017
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Wildness, Omnibus 2015-19
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Masques
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“You bare your throat to the stars— [...] —and at daybreak you pull the knife from your gut”
― The Agonist
― The Agonist
“Be sure to separate the kneecap
from the tendon and ligament
and grind it to dust
in a mortar and pestle.
Do not let them beg.
Do not let them kneel at the door.”
― The Agonist
from the tendon and ligament
and grind it to dust
in a mortar and pestle.
Do not let them beg.
Do not let them kneel at the door.”
― The Agonist
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“Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.”
― The Last Unicorn
― The Last Unicorn
“I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.”
― In the Woods
― In the Woods
“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
― The Road
― The Road
“I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.”
― Song of Myself
― Song of Myself


















































