Not quite the whole cherry

there are no photos from all the way Back then but I don’t need them To see what They would show. You and me drunk And in a muddle my head turned In your direction Waiting They ask you the questions You shrug I Say it doesn’t matter We are always chasing The attention of…

Heat waves and hotel hibernation

The climate is collapsing, temperatures are going to increase and we are all going to die slow sweaty deaths. That is people who are the most vulnerable will. This is something I think about and I am pretty sure I am not the only one. When I saw that Melbourne was going to experience a…

Zooming House

You take photos of me in the Escher and Nendo exhibition at The NGV.   You take  the photos of me crawling in as far as I can go into an installation designed by Oki Sato entitled Zooming House (2018).  Should you leave me it would be all the photos you took of me that would haunt…

we are all glow worms

The storm is rough and angry. The boat is being hurled about on choppy water like it is a ball of scrunched up newspaper. the rain is heavy the lightening frequent. I stand in a room with a bunch of cowardly men who are willing to make shady dealings that will result in the pain…

The body keeps score.

I am chatting around a table in a backyard in rural South Australia. It is a sunny hot afternoon and I am with my sister and some of her friends. We are a group of young women sharing secrets and they mostly involve men and how we should best exist in this world alongside their…

“At night I marry the bed” published on the Meanjin Blog

December 14, 2018 Just don’t do it: the cornerstone of the Mormon religion. When I was thirteen, I was visiting my friend from church. She had an eleven-year-old brother. While I was visiting, his parents caught him rubbing his crotch up and down the pantry door. He had obviously just discovered how amazing it felt….

My parents had sex and I happened aka my birthday.

My birthday is spent in Sydney. It was very nearly not though as there was a slight communication mishap between my partner and I.  A month before my birthday they texted me to ask if they could book me for my birthday weekend. I had replied with my usual sardonic humour with something about being…

Wednesday Writing

The last two nights I have slept through till morning. No waking up at two am gasping for breath in a panic. no anxiety stomach cramps. Unfortunately my rare deep sleep on Tuesday morning meant I didn’t stir when my partner thought he had locked himself out on his way to work without his car…

MIX TAPE MEMOIRS: BJORK AND TEENAGE HUMAN BEHAVIOUR

This was written for  and performed at Red Dirt Poetry Festival in Alice Springs for the event entitled Mixtape Memoirs.  Artists were asked to choose a song and write and perform something in response to that song from high school age years.  Last night I dreamt we were friends again. Even closer than before. Closer…