Life in space: Chapter One
In poems, space is just as, and sometimes more, important than words. In real time, Ground Control attempts to reach my brain, finds only static. ‘The circuit’s dead, something’s wrong.’ Continue Reading →
Confessions of a Lingerie Addict, Pt 2
Summary: Lingerie as a Trojan horse for feminism, or: Hiding politics in your panties. (If you haven’t read Part One, I suggest doing so. It’s right here).
Could we see the colour of pain?
“Pain is a room for one. Only we can enter, and sometimes, we can’t leave.” … But what if someone else could actually picture the pain?
Weddings are a nightmare. So why am I doing it?
Weddings are my feminist, capitalist, hates-events-and-especially-hates-planning-them Nightmare. So… why *am* I doing it?
“Just give up”
I promised myself I wouldn’t write this, for numerous reasons. My health – both physical and mental, is the primary one. In fact, I’m writing in pain and at sloth Continue Reading →
What does ‘immunocompromised’ mean – especially in a pandemic?
“Immunocompromised” is a fancy way of saying that, for a variety of possible reasons, a person’s immune system doesn’t function as the gatekeeper of the body like it should. Basically, Continue Reading →
Yes or No? Let’s talk cannabis control.
The election delay means there’s the chance for more education around both referendums. The pandemic has understandably sapped public attention – but the outcome of these votes also define our Continue Reading →
Living at work
I’m no stranger to working from home. That was the only option for me for a long time – and it can do serious damage. We should not romanticise it.
Bennett is gone – but what would it have been like if she’d never been?
As the National Party implodes and MPs are dropping like flies, I’m celebrating one retirement in particular. Paula Bennett. Her announcement fell at the same time the Greens releasing their Continue Reading →
Head Injury Part 1: The Cat Bowl
On the 5th of November last year, I hit my head while feeding my very demanding cat/demon. She, of course, has offered no apology. And though I fell backwards and Continue Reading →