Once I was a girl whose hair flapped back as I bounced on a chair, or so I’m told. Once I was a girl whose legs splayed out on the seat of a digger, on the sand of a shore,
I am a starfish staring upwards into the still hope of an endless sky, the starfish of a loved one stretched nearby. Hands lift me from this armchair to where that memory hugs me tight. The room dissolves and becomes
We landed in Singapore eating skittles from a bag. One more leg to go before arrival in Oz. Planning our days, our tasty meals, our walks on beaches, and swims in the sea. We were met with masked faces, and
Well, I’ll be honest, this was unexpected. I know I’m unexpected to you too, when you were anticipating that man who looked a bit like the one three men ago, you know, the one with the grey suit… Look, I’m
ME: New years: they’re kind of a lot of pressure. To be more, to do more, better yourself… LAMP: I guess it’s simpler for me. I stand. I light when I’m needed. I have a single purpose and I fulfil
I remember your rough, work-worn hands as they pull me tight into a hug as if squeezing all your love into me. I remember you sewing a red dressing gown into a Teletubby costume in the warmth of a car
There is complexity in the faces of your ancestors and the jobs they held: manager, milliner, miner. The pastimes they enjoyed: dancing, writing, walking. The courage in their roles as activist, parent, glass-ceiling-smasher. A choice to be made: dwell here
When asked the question, ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ What do you see? You seek an answer but archaeologist, artist, writer no longer arrive as easily as once they did. You’ve waited so long for
Walking. One foot in front of the other. Lost in a world before or after. The jangle of a bell pulls you back to the present. A couple glide by on a bicycle made for two. ‘What a romantic way
I never loved poetry until I came to teach it. Before this point, I could endure some of it but it mostly bored me to tears. I have, however, always loved Wordsworth and I think I am probably in love