Keystrokes ring out like gunshotson her old second-hand typewriter.She's writing something betweenher auto-biography and her manifesto. It's a first draft,but it always will be.Her life is a 30-something-year runtimeB-moviewith no director,terrible dialogueand more plot holesthan Sharknado 3. Her story is toldas a stream of barely-conciousness,a train of thoughtwith no brakesand no tracksjust a headingand a pair of crossedcalloused fingers. But the pages she's writtenhave already been releasedand the critics tore her to shredsand the reviews will not be ...read more
Colon, comma, capital C.
A poem on the theme of vulnerability. There's a couple of sweary words in here so be advised if you don't care for that kind of thing. Colon, comma, capital C.A linguistic interpretationof a visual representationof my vulnerability,wrapped up in thecomedy rule of three.Colon, comma, capital C. Crushed by cyclesof obsessive ideas;some crass and cliché,some toxic and possessive,some circuseswith creepy clowns,snake oil salesmen,and a ringmasterwho's cold, bloodshot eyesstare transfixed on me.Colon, comma, capital C. A face reddened by ...read more
During a session about dealing with your inner critic, I joked about the idea of having a self-care flowchart to help determine whether I'm having real doubts or if I'm just having negative thoughts because of poor self care. I thought about it a little more and decided it'd be something interesting to write about - I hope you enjoy! Do you feel bad?Yes.Have you eaten today?Yes.Have you eaten anythingthat isn't pop tarts and candytoday?No.Eat a ...read more
A short poem about the most recent time I felt truly happy. The single glazingbarely keeps outthe cold,the rain,the wind.We're using blanketsand hot water bottlessince the power went out. There's a stabbing painin my hips.Your tailboneis piercing my thighyour elbow is a daggerin my collar bone.My shoulder is twistedaround your neck.My neck aches,my arms are asleepand this movie is terrible. But as you perch yourself on melike a fussy catfinding a warm spoton a comfyfreshly made bed;even though ...read more
What does my ideal future look like?
What does my ideal future look like? The quiet whir of servosand stepper motorsas my robotic domestichousehold assistant washes dishesand sweeps floors. The smell of cleancity air fills my lingsas zero-emission carssidle by on well-kept streets.Full buses commutemultitudes of multi-ethnicliving-wage workersto Union jobswith great benefits,accessible facilitiesand iron cladanti-discrimination legislation. Private schools are bulldozedor turned into homeless sheltersand community centres. Golf courses are turnedinto public parks,nature reserves and camp grounds. The "male/female" checkboxeson birth certificates arereplaced with love heartsand infinity symbols. The ...read more
What makes me happy?
I wrote this poem during my first write to recovery session and was encouraged to share it. I hope some of you get as much from reading it as I did from writing it. What makes me happy?What does it even mean to "be happy?"Is it the tingle in my chestat the endof some epic questto walk the dogor wash the dishes? Is it the gleam in my eyethe edge of tearswhen I feel your heart on ...read more