Found poems, sex dolls, drugged cats and robots – just another day, really.
“I don’t see the point in writing about something that doesn’t really excite you; that doesn’t get right down into the base of your spine.” – Helen Heath
At first glance, this might sound like a horrible threat. But since the moment I heard it, it’s become a comforting mantra.
This week I went to a public forum hosted by the Welfare Expert Advisory Group, the panel appointed to advise the government on creating a fair welfare system.
Some posts take a few hours to write and then I hit publish with ease. Others take weeks and every time I go to push the button I just freeze. This is one of those Continue Reading →
We’re not taught skills for navigating disappointment, or even identifying it. Instead we’re taught to lower our expectations – and I think that’s both sad and unhealthy.
The Feminist Agenda, the manufacturing of crisis, Fiverr and self actualisation.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve struggled with the need to constantly achieve. A deeply felt belief that productivity = worth. I hear a relentless voice telling me to do Continue Reading →
One of the reasons I love National Poetry Day is that poets, by nature, are often shy skittish creatures who can most often be found in metaphorical mossy holes, muttering Continue Reading →
AND NOTHING’S CHANGING. This weekend is the Green Party AGM. That means it’s been exactly a year since Metiria Turei went public with the lies she’d told in order to Continue Reading →