Writing
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I am That Woman
I am That Woman. I’m at a market with my sister I pick up a necklace With Frida Kahlo’s face on it. I put it back on the display wrong My sister turns to me, smiling, and asks: “What are you doing?” “Destroying the joint,” I reply, “I’ve been warned about women like you,” She…
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Homecoming Blues
Is there such a thing as post-travel blues? Because I’m pretty sure I have them. I’ve been back for exactly a week now and I still feel pretty lost and untethered. My trip was, at least in part, a celebration of the end of my second degree; a first step towards a new phase in…
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Goodbye to the Fringe
It’s my last day at the fringe*, I’m leaving early tomorrow and I feel a lot of things. I admit a fair whack of what I feel is tired, I didn’t get home till nearly 4am last night after the Crap Music Rave Party, but there are other feelings too. I think if Tomas Ford…
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Self-indulgent café poem
I thought it would be best to give this post a title which describes the content. But first, a little bit of a run down of my Edinburgh Fringe Festival experience now that I’m more than half way through. I have written down the name of every show I’ve seen so far along with how…
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Shouting into the void
On Wednesday night, for the first time, I realised that I’m not shouting into a void. I’ve been doing this blog since November 2011. That’s almost four years now, and while I’ve been a bit sporadic at times, I feel like I’ve kept the flow of material coming that whole time. I’m obsessed with watching…
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Poetry Group V2.0
Recently I started attending a new poetry writers’ workshop type thing…
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Don’t dream it’s over…
Sorry, I know that’s not my line, but it seemed appropriate. Just a small update post, I feel like that’s all I’ve been doing lately, but maybe I’ll get inspired to do some more substantive posts soon. 1: Poetry I recently attended a new poetry workshop/group in Melbourne’s CBD. This group is organised by a…
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I promise I will read them all…
Or at least start them all. Honest! I’ve just finished a three week seminar series at Kew Library on Romance Writing run by Anne Gracie (see the end), and I may have accidentally bought a book (which she signed, so that’s cool right?). I have so many books in the ‘to read’ pile, added to steadily…
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Crush
I can raise sixty kilos above me Five times, but cannot raze your weight From my chest. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Heavy, turgid – an Imaginary version of you I cling to like a child desperate To be loved. xxx xxxxxxxxxxx No more tears Will I cry for you. You’re destroying This, whatever it might have been By being an…



