I've been watching Lakshmi R Kanchi (aka Soul Reserve) posting about the Cockburn wetlands and all the amazing events she created when she was their poet in residence. I wanted so badly to visit this beautiful place and this morning my dream came true! Her husband Ro picked me up... Read more →

I have just had the most incredible two day Poetry Retreat hosted by Small Giants and held at the White House (no, not that one) in St Kilda. The facilitator of the workshop was Pádraig Ó Tuama, the incredible host of the Poetry Unbound podcast. During the pandemic and Melbourne’s... Read more →

I woke up this morning all groggy and fuzzy (it's both a reality and a metaphor for how I've been feeling of late). The aim of getting up early was to get some work done before the kids woke up. It was my attempt to get back into the swing... Read more →

It's easy to get caught up in the things that don't matter. I've been submitting my poetry to literary journals for publications and piling up rejection letters. It's disheartening to say the least. Writing is a strange dance of hope and doubt. Every poem I write is filled with hope.... Read more →

For the last month I've been getting up early before the rest of the house wakes to write a poem each day as part of the Dirty Thirty challenge run by Abdulraman Hamoud on Facebook. I light one of these beeswax candles and then write in this gorgeous leather journal.... Read more →

It's been a long time since I sat and looked at a snail. Got down on my haunches and waited patiently for it to poke it's head out if its shell. So long in fact I can't remember the last time I did it. Or ever doing it at all... Read more →

I miss living at the beach. Walking along the water's edge with scratchy sand between my toes. Hunting for shells in the high tide mark. Breathing in the salt air and dancing back from the waves eager to kiss my feet. Most of all I miss the beautiful sky and... Read more →

For most of this year I've been smitten with the poetry bug. Writing it, reading it, talking it. Dipping my toe into the beautiful world of spoken word and open mics. Having my first feature as a spoken word artist. Entering competitions and submitting to journals. It's been amazing and... Read more →

Nothing beats the post holiday blues quite like time spent in nature. It was so good to be back in nature this week, sitting by the creek and listening to the birds. It's spring and they're very excited. Chirping loudly, swopping across the sky joyfully, building nests and feeding young.... Read more →

Over the last couple of months I've been sending off my poems to publishers and competitions. Only to receive silence in return. Being a writer can be a very disheartening experience. Working away for months, pouring your soul into your poetry only to have it rejected. Last Wednesday was particularly... Read more →