Writing in the time of corona
I have a new writing spot - please come join me there. It is HERE. Being a freelance writer sucks right now. A tricky gig at the best of...
Learning to Love Chilli: a poem, in parts
It’s like fire down the back of my neck, my hairline inflamed, my tongue hits my front teeth as if looking to escape. Fuck. Fuck. I am...
Twitter Threads
Sometimes I have a rant on twitter. A lot of the time these are ideas that I hold dear to me, but am trying to process. Writing, saying...
For National Poetry Day
For National Poetry Day - I think this is my favourite poem. Written for my PhD, performed by three women, in cyclical fashion. Each...
My open letter to Kit Harrington
Dear Kit, In regards to this comment, articulated in the Guardian piece. What you're referring to is objectification. You're objecting to...
Hot steam and burnt tongues, Sundays
For TOAST magazine's October 2015 column for Yauatcha Life, I wrote a piece/poem about home, belongining and memories - and of course...
