Just Don’t Call Me Bitter

I graduated from a top performing arts school a few years ago. More years ago than I care to admit, not having the type or quantity of work behind me that I'd perhaps like. My main excuse is that my time at the school was not at all what I expected. It ruined me. Mentally …

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We went for a walk in the twilight darkness, grey sky insidious, friendly purple leaves tinkled and gave way to forest green, wet stone steps led down through a fantasy of tangled branches, the smell of jasmine cool against the smell of rain. We walked along the water, silent, rippling, grey-green-blue and dark grey sky …

Positano

Dappled, glittering sunlight, palpable warmth in streams, almost liquid, flowing yellowly across sunscreened skin. A smile, dazed, content in sober drunkenness. Sand, warm and soft, stretching away on either side to coloured houses tumbling up the cliffs; bright coral in the open air, connected by vine-entwined streets. The rocks sheer down to the cool waterline …

Thoughts on Terror

Thought 1. I’m scared.   Thought 2. I don’t understand   Thought 3. I need to get out of here.   Thought 4. I just want those I know to know that if I’m going to die from a random stranger publicly slaying me for their unknown cause that I was probably in that public …

Sydney

(This is intended as a spoken word poem, but I'm as-of-yet too reticent to film myself.) I’m Sydney intolerant. This city absorbs my warmth with its brick facades and through some silent alchemy spits it back at me, cold, lifeless. This city wakes me up at night with the brightness of its lights, empty promises, …

a memorial

a three-legged butterfly alights on my jumper in the sun-drenched graveyard of three thousand souls.

A Museum

Their ghosts press in on me, still screaming demanding they be heard. They press with the weight of 1362 feet of steel. They refuse to be ignored I must know their weight and carry it though I know none of them they are not my kinsmen. Yet I strain to listen and bear their weight I …

Laudromat

We jumped (tumbled, wandered) into the rain, down the stoop onto the sodium-lit street. We had a direction in mind, so ran, huddled, laughed our way, until, whilst taking brief shelter under a small awning, we were intrigued by a group of people outside a laundromat. A closed, darkened laudromat at 11pm (was it 11? …