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 […]

A Thankyou to My father and My Prime Minister

A Thankyou to My father and My Prime Minister

Most of my paid working life Has been spent On building sites And behind bars. Grubby places to work, in all senses of the word. I was always out numbered. I was threatened with violence and rape. Asked to bend over. Expected to perform. Belittled and Propositioned, often in the same breath. I was intimidated, […]

The Meaning

The Meaning

I’m generally uncomfortable talking about the meaning of my work. I can discuss my thoughts while creating it, but I prefer the audience to create meaning in a sort of feed back loop between their personal narrative and my lines. Because really often there isn’t a meaning. Just a tumbling of thoughts, accidents and preoccupations that hopefully hold together on the page. And […]

My Knight

My Knight

My knight in his not so shiny white armour. His stead, a dusty noisy ute so filled with junk n gunk I’m forced to ride side saddle. I lay on the couch ears aching for the rattle that can be heard growling up the road minutes before his arrival. He sweeps in, Gathers the family in his arms, Pushes me […]

hey there twenty year old you

hey there twenty year old you

There has been a few letters to 15 and 20 year old selves floating about my friend the interweb, (Hi Madeline and  Lily). I decided I couldn’t reason with a 15 year old me: she’d do what she’d do, but a letter to twenty something, yeah why not: Dear twenty or so years old Amelia: I just wanted to say that […]

What they don’t tell you…..

What they don’t tell you…..

When I became a mother I knew that I’d always be being interrupted and invaded whilst on the toilet. I’d seen it happen to my mother. And, I knew that  there would be times when I would be pinned to the couch by children ill and sad and needing to be held. It was to be expected. But what I […]

HA- whaddya know, Mum was right!

HA- whaddya know, Mum was right!

So to understand and squeeze the mirth from this post you MUST read this first: (that is click on this highlighted bit for those unfamiliar with bloggy conventions) Have you done that? No? DO IT! Right now we can move on without a need to repeat myself because the plan I detailed in that other post has come to […]

The solace of a cup

The solace of a cup

Today’s tired has me feeling fractious like a cornered beast with a big fuck off stick. I didn’t act like one though. I cuddled the two sons who were home and tried not to think about anything. It gave me a headache, but I did it. This picture was inspired by the memory of one I drew in the summer […]

Have broken eggs? Make cheap china omelettes….

Have broken eggs? Make cheap china omelettes….

I like to collect cheap, tacky statues from op shops. My second son likes to, inadvertently, break them…. I can’t get too mad, I also was a breaker in my childhood. Two of the cheap, tacky statues are not broken; a green woman; a lassie dog. I have put them in the space between the couch and the […]

Four months OLD?

Four months OLD?

We’re old from the moment we’re born, it seems. One minute, one hour, one day, one month… OLD? Oldly creaking through life? One fatalistic minute closer to death from our first gasping breath? It’s not right. To replace the word with young is not the answer… It’s too much like a garish bumper sticker claiming its […]