Things I Don’t Want To Know
‘A female writer cannot afford to feel her life too clearly. If she does, she will write in a rage when she should write calmly.’
Category Archives: Writing and books
This is the story of how I got sick
I didn’t really want to talk about how I got sick in my column, but I sat down to write and that’s what happened.
Wild Little Jewels
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” – Ernest Hemingway.
Weight
A poem.
The politics of illness – a small collection
Recently I put together a tiny poetry collection to apply for a grant. It was an interesting exercise, writing a set of poems that worked individually but also told a story together. Continue Reading →
Let’s talk about WINZ
I’m not going away, or shutting up – though, as I’ve discovered in the past few days, there are people who would like me to do so. Here’s a message Continue Reading →
Unlocked
The last tendrils of sun slide off the sand into the sea We pull in when the road gets rocky and watch the cold smudges of mountains fade in the Continue Reading →
Conversations with Wolves
Talking to you is like forcing myself through a very small hole in a barbed wire fence with the small brained certainty that the field on the other side is Continue Reading →
Fuck the fucking landscape
Considering the recent success of artists like Lorde and Eleanor Catton doing the exact thing I am about to criticise, – the exact thing I am guilty of myself and Continue Reading →
Evening
You out there sitting in the chill black grass just beyond the yellow fall of light from the kitchen window You know I’m watching wondering if the evening dew has Continue Reading →