This is a bit of a change of pace for my blog – I am writing this post because a couple of people have asked me for a hand when writing a speech and I want to pop my thoughts somewhere where they are easily shared… so, you have just been approached to speak … […]
above Kholo creek a pink mountain, pink grassy heads swaying gently against the setting sun. beside Kholo creek an imprint of her hand in the cold, wet clay. lost in the night three childhoods, his parents’ pride, & little sister’s fierce love.
She came to me last night and asked me to take her shopping. I drove her home and she put on her shiny cream heels, her glamorous fawn coat, her dark red lipstick. She was so young and strong, beautiful and content. I took her to the David Jones, and she lingered over some hand-carved ornaments. […]
I visited my local art gallery yesterday. The exhibition: Dadang Christiano 1965 is a record of the suffering of the people of Indonesia at the coming of the Suharto regime. I learned that an estimated 1 500 000 people were murdered and many more imprisoned, beaten, raped. I also learned the reason for my ignorance: because the […]
My old Granny is fading. She has been in and out of hospital for the past few months with a number of infections, including one in her chest that seems intractable. At one point it seemed she was actively dying, but it does look like we will have her for a little longer, that she […]
When my partner and I got back together after years happily apart most of my family had the shits and one of my sisters just dumped me. I kidded myself for a bit that she would get over it and then got mad and sad when she didn’t. And mad at myself for caring about […]
my friend there is so much that you have missed each morning the sun still rises to touch the clouds with gold that place that sells the good kebabs is making real lemonade again and Sara’s baby girl giggles in her sleep they say she couldn’t see that anymore she lived in a world with no […]