THAT vs THIS.

THAT vs THIS.

when i compare that to this I celebrate quietly. Tentatively Because the thick gloom of then is fading Into that intangible place where the memory of dream goes. And as, when I was deppressed my fingers couldn’t feel reality. Now they struggle to describe the depth of exhaustion, the numbness, the hollowness That was. The […]

They

They

They Are Mine To Mould   (visit tumblr for the entire piece)

resolutions and wheelbarrows of shit

resolutions and wheelbarrows of shit

  My internet connection is woeful. Typing to you is trying. Kids are trying. With a clenched brow And a Knitted jaw And a baby chewing at my breast I am trying to relax. And it’s like pushing a leaking wheelbarrow of shit uphill. Which is why with nerves, And no polish I bring you […]

The Tumblr Diaries

The Tumblr Diaries

I chase tangents which might be half the problem Here is the latest one: The Tumblr Diaries

Mary Somerville

Mary Somerville

“I rose early and made such arrangement with regard to my children and family affairs that I had time to write afterwards not however, without many interruptions.” Mary Somerville (26 December 1780 – 28 November 1872) See women, juggling since the 18th century: no wonder the work life balance conversation gets dull. Though Mary wasn’t […]

There is always an up

There is always an up

There are upsides to anxiety attacks: the first child free night with my partner in nearly a year and this: http://amelia-artist-poet.tumblr.com/

Been a while

Been a while

It’s been over a month since my last post… Ever since We packed the back of my car for a family trip to Canberra. (One day ahead of schedule! All neat and beautiful!) When in one beautifully packed, slow motion, staccato, glass crackling, suspended moment I backed into a gum tree. After One tail light, […]

Shards in my pocket

Shards in my pocket

(an excerpt from my diary 12 months ago) Last night I broke my favourite plate. From the eye of my rage filled storm. I let it fly It was the full stop to my frustration A shattered relief 1920′ porcelain struck against his grandfather’s table. As I swept up the hand painted fragment karma looked […]

Domestic Honesty is a Reaction

Domestic Honesty is a Reaction

I briefly posted yesterday about my shifting tumblr account It’s the current coalescence of many ideas Of my diaries Of my art Of my being an artist Of bravery I read Karen’s beautifully titled Blogging as Theatre of Intimacy Nirrmi’s The Road is Home I reacted. I cerebrally chewed through Hazel Dooney’s Blog her tumblr, […]