Yours and yours alone

Yours and yours alone

  It is a poem That is picture That I hope will make you Think Pause Reflect Let go and Shift.

Poetic

Poetic

So I’m interested in Digital Poetry, yes. Have you seen Google Poetic? I gotta say, and (I feel sheepish as I do) It’s my favourite form of contemporary poetry: irreverent, accidental, opportunistic, accessible, uncanny, uncomfortable, and at times, heart wrenchingly telling. It also begs a swag of somewhat uncomfortable googly questions… Did anyone anticipate the […]

Nobodies Fool

Nobodies Fool

http://amelia-artist-poet.tumblr.com   “I Fell Out Of Bed Hurting My Head”   My,   Would You Like some Cheese With That?  

The Tumblr Diaries

The Tumblr Diaries

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

Well that is nice

Well that is nice

Yay for this This is the cover of the next issue of Bide Magazine and I’m lucky to have my art gracing the virtual cover of some real quality writing. I subscribed for the year on the Autumn issue and it was a lovely treat of sound, thoughtful, sometimes haunting writing. At ten bucks for […]

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, […]

A repost From Blue Milk, so apt

A repost From Blue Milk, so apt

Originally posted on blue milk:
My latest article is up at Daily Life and also Essential Baby: By sharing private and difficult moments as mothers we create a more complete picture of the reality of motherhood – it ultimately frees us all. The ugly complaints, if told wisely, can be witness to the stamina of…

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, […]

Painting

Painting

As I’ve grown from toddler to child to teen To whatever you call the twenties. To now. I’ve had a strange relationship with paint. It was while painting when, aged 4, I first thought that this art making caper… This is me. For Christmas, aged 10,  I was given my first grown up pack of […]