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. Continue reading
I’m really excited to have been invited to be part of this cross-art form project. I recently met with artist Liz Winter and viewed her still unfinished painting, which is inspiring me to write a poem.
Keep up to date with the project via the Weathering The Future blog.
A year ago I was right in the middle of the Leadership Ballarat & Western Region Leaders Forum. We were preparing for our trip to Canberra and we used Shakespeare as a text to practice powerful public speaking with the fabulous Bryce Ives. I was blown away by the courage and creativity shown by everyone that night – it was the moment we truly became a team. After I went home, I wrote this ode in iambic pentameter. Continue reading
I recently attempted the National Poetry Writing Month challenge. NaPoWriMo is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. The http://napowrimo.net/ website is owned and operated by Maureen Thorson, a poet living in Washington DC, but the challenge is now undertaken by poets from across the globe.
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After many months of unavailability on Thursday nights, I was finally able to go along to the monthly spoken word event Words Out Loud. I closed the night with three of my poems – “Light Pollution”, “Add Smile, Hit Send”, and “Here, Nights”.
You can hear my performance via the Words Out Loud Website. Please ignore the nervousness in my voice and the fumbling over words as I try to decipher my own handwriting. Next time I’ll rehearse!
You can read “Light Pollution”and “Add Smile, Hit Send”, for yourself as part of my NaPoWriMo collection.
And put next month’s WOL in your dairy. Thursday 21st June at 7pm in The Printers Room.
I wrote this poem last year, on Mother’s Day. I think it’s pretty self explanatory. I still feel the same way. Continue reading