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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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, …