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...
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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...
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Beginner genie

This is where you make your wishes after all, three sheets to the wind, thumb rub­bing up the brown glassy con­dens­a­tion, wistful, dreaming of Kris­tobal or Mira­bella or Carlos, in your bars and your nightclubs, sweat and grind, the neck of the...
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POETRY

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...

Trust

Trust

Step out with me — the rocks and the waves are calling and I have some­thing to show you. Step out with me — the ocean is singing to me, songs of spiral shells, seahorses, anemones and brine. Step out — you’re safe with me. It’s almost mid­summer,...

Taming the sea

Taming the sea

I My daughter is stretched out on white sand, feeding the ocean. She says she is taming the sea — its wild­ness nibbles at her fin­gers. We have seen no dol­phins today, nor any stin­grays nor whales nor any­thing bigger than spiky brown coral that has...

Words

Words

Rough-cut paper tells you it’s a first edi­tion and the must takes you back — Years spent, nose down. Ink-smudges and foun­tain nibs, the romance Of Umberto Eco and sharp-edged medi­eval scores. There’s a deep Con­nec­tion through time to these...

Flamenco

Flamenco

Long fin­gers and silver rings; that rhythm; that flight Of fore­finger down a string; that tap of the fin­ger­tips Against the golpeador — one of your legs is crossed over The other and it all dis­ap­pears but for the music. That slight frown on your brow...

Stories

Seattle, home of grunge

Went to Seattle for a hand­fasting (friends of Doug’s). He took photos of the hand­fasting and all that jazz. I saved up my camera work for the next day when we went exploring the city and espe­cially the Exper­i­ence Music Pro­ject, which I’d first written...

San Gregorio

Last night, Doug and I took his new toy for a wander over the moun­tain, on winding roads through red­wood forests and oak and some­thing called cha­parral (which I’d never heard of). We even­tu­ally fol­lowed San Gregorio creek down to where it met the sea,...

Burning Man!

Photo evid­ence of my first Burning Man. More photos after the link. Art people on the playa. These are flip books to make poetry with in the Center Camp. Art cars: this one’s a func­tioning steam-propelled vehicle. Another amazing art car:...

Gaudi & the Font Majica

For whatever reason, I didn’t diarise the Gaudi or the foun­tains, or the amazing chocolate shop, Cacao Sam­paka. I did take photos though. ^^ The Angel & the Devil in La Rambla ^^ Gaudi liquid archi­tec­ture ^^ Font Majica ^^ Font Magica, lights...

Exposure

So here I am on the other side of the world, and I walk into the Insti­tute of Con­tem­porary Cul­ture… and there, on a poster, is a photo of me and Simon and Christina and Cath­erine naked in Mel­bourne one rainy morning in 2001. Of course, you can’t...

Politics

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...

And you are listening

It is 10.40pm in Paris and they have taken host­ages at the Bataclan It is 11pm and some­where on Face­book a kid posts: “they are killing every­body. one by one.” It is 4pm in Mel­bourne and my friend is giving birth to a little boy named Clancy but...

Another rape in cyberspace

The Char­lotte Dawson case, which has now res­ulted in her hos­pit­al­isa­tion, says a lot about the way that women are treated in social media spaces and the diver­gent tac­tics that are used to address the issue.

I’m a feminist and I support Wikileaks

Whenever I’ve raised the com­plex inter­ac­tions I see around the arrest of Wikileaks founder Julian Assange, I find myself mired in defending my pos­i­tion. If I say I sup­port his work and that I wel­come the new world where gov­ern­ments...

Baxter Detention Centre Protest, Easter 2005

At Easter, it has become tra­di­tional to con­verge at the Baxter Deten­tion Centre near Port Augusta in South Aus­tralia to protest against the inhu­mane man­datory deten­tion of refugees in Aus­tralia in con­tra­ven­tion of our inter­na­tional oblig­a­tions. There...