we say: cast out the man with lantern eyes & brows spelling thunder who slows the deathly flooding in your child blood of blood, sweet woman count not the broken phials and strewn violence! banish him Ausländische Prinzessin! A mother's love is but hysteria. Written for the Sanaa's dVerse Quadrille prompt "Casting a Poetic Spell"
(i) my kite strings sagged, dragged like caterpillar lumps, the soft grass not offering any lift skies don’t laugh, just watch brightly; pale pinions and the rimming Earth and a quiet fleet of butterflies the ones seen and shimmering (ii) the paddock, wide as literature, finds me in the middle examining a ladybird, crawling on … Continue reading Five Answers
I spend a lot of time listening to podcasts and among the ones I really like is “How to Fail with Elizabeth Day”. Elizabeth Day (author and journalist) interviews successful people (often mini celebs, on the internet if nowhere else). Not being a twitter user and not being British and just generally living largely under … Continue reading The Moneyarchy
In an online conversation last week, a new Mum friend mentioned feminsim as one of the ideologies they covered in the Sociology course she did at University. I teased “Tell me how you relate to feminism, using 25 words or less.” The word count was soon forgotten and we traded ideas. She told me she … Continue reading #Push Up
In winter, on the ovals around this city, galahs are like pink and grey mushrooms nestled in the even stretch of grass. They feed very conscientiously. You hardly ever notice their heads coming up. They are usually in big groups spread over tens of square metres. And then a dog is let off its leash … Continue reading On feminism
Out of the Cave 