Precariousness of be(longing)
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For my cuckoo queen
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My colours
Coloured rhymes with othered, The “other” no one understands Not black or white, In betweenish, but not even. The “left overs” that the man did not care to define too carefully by design. Coloured the word, Enslaved is the history. Forced couplings and sexual assaults, My grandmother’s, mother’s, mother. Herstory, my story, Intertwined through […]
Re-emerging
Drift (Talismans for the soul) The door is open… The gate too… Still drifting here in the space between… One foot inside the threshold, the other out… Why am I not moving? Everything, absolutely everything… needs to be done yesterday. While everyone tries to clamber their “normal” back Into lives and a world that has […]
Embracing the space between
Potential,becoming, being- gathering tales that bring learning and change Last week I attended the Regional Arts Australia Artlands conference. ( thank you for the participation grant Regional Arts Australia and Regional Arts Victoria) The conference theme this year was the space between. There were many sensational discussions and presentations about this idea and theme= particularly […]
No more room
there is no more room in the housefor the things that you makeout of fancy and longingfor a fantasy placesomewhere other than inside your head there’s a representation of an angelthat you say could be youor the very essence of you-nessraising her face to the sun you put her in the garden just out of sightwhere the […]
Growing notes…
She grows best at temperatures around 25 degrees.Any cooler and it’s too hard for her to set down roots.Any warmer and she tends to wilt.So temperate warmth is usually enough for her to flourish. Any cooler and it’s too hard for her to set down roots.But once established she tends to spread herself out, Providing […]
She said…
she said: don’t you like the colour of my eyes? drops of sea-blue-on-a-sunny-day in this ocean of a face, windows of the soul…cold now. painted up like a hans belmer poppet, lips and lips …predictable…uncanny? (you never could explain that concept) uncomfortably familiar? uncomfortably strange?… …numb now, frozen by all this inner gazing. ~ © […]
this place
out of the green, cool fronds of fondness a familiar smellyou are to mewith my head buried in your chestto shelter from the suni breathesuck up the essence of you a spider teeters on the edge ofa blade of grass… with your ear to the ground, do you see? the wind will blowyou back to mewhen tomorrow […]
Metamorphise
give me wings so i can fly back to when i remember who i used to be