Waves

Waves

A poem reflecting on the fem­inist work at WIRE I’m writing a letter to fem­inism: a love letter, A letter of longing, a letter of hope, A letter of rage, a letter of solid­arity. There are echoes of us all through time, My fin­gers...

Know-it-all

On the ascen­sion of Scott Mor­rison to the Prime Min­is­ter­ship of Aus­tralia We’ve just swapped one psy­cho­path for another, If we’re honest. It’s just that one wore the mask better. In truth, the chal­lenge will always be that Father knows best, or thinks he...
2017 was born with a scream

2017 was born with a scream

1. 2017 was a good year for fear, a good year for screaming Not like some other good amer­ican years but it slid out of A year of celebrity death and tele­vised suf­fering that we were all Only too happy to see the back of And in...
Numb in the whirlwind

Numb in the whirlwind

I stand, arms out­stretched as everything i know whirls around me Smashed into drift­wood and debris by the tor­nado of cir­cum­stance They say justice is blind but I can’t help feel she’s blind­folded right now, Held to ransom as random injustice rains...
Raw

Raw

(With thanks and grat­itude to Robert Borden) 1. 2017 was a good year for fear, a good year for screaming Not like some other good Amer­ican years but it slid out of A year of celebrity death and tele­vised suf­fering that we were all Only too...
Place

Place

There used to be water in Cali­fornia; snow­melt rushing through rav­ines to coalesce laugh­ingly as lakes and lagoons and other summer indul­gences. That was long away and far ago, in some strange before time when the land wasn’t riven with cracks and the heat had...