Small Talk

(A spoken word poem.) Honestly, I can’t be fucked with the small talk, the bored talk, the same-questions-every-day talk, talk that’s just chatter, shit that doesn’t matter, the “how’s it going?” That makes me want to BOOM and splatter my brains against the nearest wall just to escape this mindless drawl. Do you really want…

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…

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,…

Today, I was a woman

‘Not much money can be made by telling women there isn’t anything wrong with them and they don’t need to buy anything to buy to fix it’ – Kaz Cooke I woke up angry today. Angry at the patriarchy. I will stress that to be angry at the patriarchy, at least in my case, is NOT…