i ran away and for one wild secret day anything was possible i huddled in the recessed entry to the Commonwealth Bank in Garema Place and watched a procession of police who (i was pretty sure) were looking for me i guarded my precious solitude for hours today’s an...

The act of saying goodnight Is such an act of faith: Belief in rising sun, living children, Dawns to come

The year my daughter was born I thought maybe we were starting to get it right after all A woman was prime minister of Australia And Julia was eloquent and sharp And fought for justice, climate, all the ways (we thought) You'd expect a prime minister to be And there...

I don’t know how (some) women do it — I see you out there (tumblr, Facebook, twitter, lj) — you are as virulent, vicious, outraged (hurt) as I feel by this endless parade, this daily offence, this unrelenting (drip drip drip) staccato of dismissal, disapproval,...

On the banks of the river Tajo I sat with Alvarez talking about Deleuze Curious, soft — moments of discovery. In Queensland heat — a bar at 11pm after cat empire reigned with those horns and that Wurlitzer sound circling around the heavens – How many of these...