Feeling Out Loud
I’m in regional Victoria so we’ll be out of lockdown tomorrow. Unfortunately my body doesn’t know the difference between good changes and bad ones. The News Is Good my lungs are permanently inflatedand I’m ready to run staking out the high groundmeerkat movementsmy eyes playing dartsphone filling with silent alarmsklaxons resoundingI heard, I already heardI … Continue reading Pandemic Poem #54 / The News Is Good
Today, I feel fragile and have been using writing and art to calm me. This poem comes from how I described the panic attack to my mother. Last night at about 1am I had a panic attack. It’s not the first time I’ve experienced it, so I was able to recognise it and call for … Continue reading Pandemic Poem #52 / Free Fall
Yesterday, my eldest child started school. I’ve been counting down for five years until this moment. I thought I would skip off merrily after dropping him on the first day, and with a big sigh of relief have myself a mid-morning cocktail and a rest. I was sure I wouldn't cry. But there I was … Continue reading Starting School
Recently, I talked to an 84 year old lady who has written over twenty plays. I was interviewing her for an article I'm writing for the Central Highlands Arts Atlas. I asked her what her highlight was - and I meant in her theatre-making career - but she told me that meeting her husband, at … Continue reading Everything changes
I've been good at gathering evidence of my worthlessness throughout my life. At my first appointment with my new psychologist, she took one look at my answers to the test and asked me why I felt like I was so shit. And I thought, "Isn't it obvious?". These thought patterns have recently manifested in some … Continue reading On Worth