An ode to being kid free, which is a rare delight during lockdown. The Sound of Silence can you hear it? the clock tick tock tick clockand my breath a bird, nestingnestling bird in the hedgeand my breath can you hear it? the sun beamsdreamy sun streaming in the dust motes dancingto the garfunkling soundof … Continue reading Pandemic Poem #56 / The Sound of Silence
Pandemic Poem #32 / View From My Desk
I've been in a funk lately (haven't we all?). I was feeling exhausted and lonely and like my life is just an amorphous blob of time with endless ways to fill it, none of which seem more compelling than watching Glee on Netflix. I sent in my application for divorce last week and most of … Continue reading Pandemic Poem #32 / View From My Desk
As Pretty As Flowers And As Funny As A Clown – Thoughts on Mother’s Day.
In the past I've been very against Mother's Day. The marketing machine dictating that mothers like all things fluffy, pink and scented annoys me. It's a cop-out to give the woman who you should really know very well a off-the-shelf on a certain day of the year for doing a job and maintaining a relationship that … Continue reading As Pretty As Flowers And As Funny As A Clown – Thoughts on Mother’s Day.
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
Flashback Friday – Poem “Parent-thesis”
I love this poem so much that it now forms the opening of my newest play, The Let-Down Reflex. I wrote it in June 2017 and it really does reflect the every day lived experience of parents. The Let-Down Reflex is currently in development and will be having a work-in progress showing on Thursday 24th … Continue reading Flashback Friday – Poem “Parent-thesis”
I Wish I Was Boycotting Xmas.
I wish I was boycotting Christmas, but I can't. I've threatened to "go bush" over Xmas for a few years now (both metaphorically and literally). This year, I naively thought I might really do it. No tree, no presents, no family, no food, no cakes, no carols. I was all for being the biggest Scrooge-Grinch … Continue reading I Wish I Was Boycotting Xmas.
Flashback Friday – Poem “Pram Pusher”
I don't know exactly when I wrote this poem, but it would've been sometime when my son was still an infant. It's quite weird to read it back and be taken back into the anger and frustration I felt about becoming a mother. Almost five years later, I sold my double pram to a new mum … Continue reading Flashback Friday – Poem “Pram Pusher”
Flashback Friday – Poem “Another Day To Be A Mother”
I wrote this poem last year, on Mother's Day. I think it's pretty self explanatory. I still feel the same way. Another Day To Be A Mother A day like any other Another day to be a mother Work it mumma Never rest Til your good is standard And your better makes you a bitch … Continue reading Flashback Friday – Poem “Another Day To Be A Mother”
Have you ever had that weird effect when you're lying in bed and you can feel yourself floating up in a sort of out-of-body experience, but simultaneously you can feel yourself sinking down into the earth? And you're not sure if you're as big as the sky or you're just a tiny particle of sand. … Continue reading On Conflict