Harold and Owen 1923 is a series of reflective poems based on a real event. It examines the tragic deaths of the author's great grand uncles by accidental drowning in 1923. The trilogy – The Crossroads, 25 Chains and Lead Letters - explores both the author's genealogical relationship with the characters along with her response to the sources used for the works. The Crossroads is inspired by the boys' 1923 school photo and looks at the tangible link to the past created by the image. Similarly, 25 Chains is a response to newspaper articles about the event and how family tragedies are portrayed in the press cycle. The final poem, Lead Letters, is an interpretation of the immortality of the Marshall family gravestones at Marrawah cemetery. The descriptive yet fragmented, short reportage style reflects the nature of the images, documents and objects used as primary sources for the series.
A fictional biography that explores parenthood, with all its emotional hurdles. I wrote this story when i
The Kiss is one of 7 poems within the Sea Eagle Collection. The Sea Eagle Collection was written after the death of Gabrielle’s late husband, the magnificent Richard Frank. As Gabrielle waded through grief and excessive love, her journey of lost and found coincided with the rising prominence of a friendship between bird and human. An inventory of sea eagle sightings became defunct as these birds became a regular everyday occurrence.
This is a cheeky take on what it means to be a woman, and a call out for all woman to tune in to the sisterhood in which we belong.
Viloma means against the natural flow. I think? That's what my yogi friends tell me anyway, (pass the buck complete!). On the, ooh too early, death of my husband I found myself with an excess of love. So much love was residing in my little storehouse of being. I wrote this poem after a 3 day yoga retreat, with the added fortunate surprise of some post orgasm dopamine thrown in as a creativity boost.
After the death of my husband, her Father, I took my 11 year old daughter on a 10 day hike on the Larapinta trail, near Alice Springs. We walked in the morning and later in the day after the afternoon sun had lost its sting. We rested in found shade during the middle of the day and shared, alternating daily, our one book and sketch pad. One day I’d read, she'd would draw, and the next day we would swop. Amelie sang to help her through the 100km journey. I wrote poetry to help me. This one I wrote of our journey.
A fun, casual, roving discourse/commentary/personal essay about identity, feelings of paralysis in progressive culture and ideas on how we can move forward in a practical way, centred around conversations had during a recent visit back to Hobart to stay with Millie Rooney (I moved from Tassie to Melbourne recently). Millie holds a PhD in social geography and is co-ordinator of the Australia ReMADE Alliance. In the story, we will touch on critiques of progressive culture, ideas about how to build a productive movement, and anecdotal experiences that highlight the common ground between people with different world views. Enjoy!