This poem was inspired by one of Fleassy Malay‘s pendemic writing prompts. The prompt was to write to 2020 as if it were a person. I’ve often struggled with personification in the past but this one actually came pretty easily.Continue reading “Pandemic Poem #42 / Dear 2020”
I’m thrilled to be a feature poet at Melbourne Spoken Word presents Fresh Voices Online tomorrow night (Wednesday 23rd September).Continue reading “Feature Set at MSW Fresh Voices”
I don’t know who else needs to hear this but it’s okay if you enjoyed some parts of isolation. It’s okay if 2020 has given you gifts. It’s okay to be feeling like you’re in a better place now than you were at the start of the year. Continue reading “Pandemic Poem #41 / A Letter to Myself Now Lockdown Is Over”
Last Wednesday night, in some god-awful wet and windy weather, I travelled to Geelong with my writer friend Zoe Werner. We both competed in the Australian Poetry Slam heat being held at the Geelong Regional Libraries.
It was a fantastic night of passionate poetry and I was very proud of myself for coming second! This means that I am off to compete at the Victorian Finals on Friday 4 October at the State Library, Melbourne.
I had such a good time recently on air on The Arts Program on 99.9 Voice FM as a guest presenter, that I’ll be doing it semi-regularly. Sitting in the studio is always a beautifully nostalgic place for me, because it takes me back to my formative years and reminds me of how connected I am to my parents.
I’ve fallen in love with spoken word. I’m not so interested in acting anymore, but I really enjoy the feeling of performing poetry aloud. Being able to read the poetry I write aloud enables an additional level of catharsis, and being a thespian at heart means most of my poems are best experienced as spoken word, rather than read off the page.
This poem about my Nanna, who passed away in October 2016, was written shortly afterwards. It was then part of the Minerva Speaks project in March 2017.
I maintain that a flashback to a month ago still counts. I wrote this poem in the middle of the night, by the light of a streetlight on a random piece of paper near my bed. I read it at last month’s Words Out Loud but unfortunately my set was not recorded so it’s performance was not kept for prosperity.
I hope everyone had a good day yesterday although I’m aware that this is absolutely not “the most wonderful time of the year” for a lot of people. And despite my attempted avoidance of all things Christmas (see my previous blog post), I did end up opening presents under a tree with my children at seven am and Santa is definitely gaining a foothold in reality.