Waiting to Go Home
Looking down on the surface of the old Mother Earth, we are coming up to Extraction Zone 401. The latest band of extracts are being rounded up by the Dollarzen Troops. When it is their time, you see them run to and fro much like mouse scattering and scurrying from their captors.
The Way You Moved
The way you moved while you were still a part of me, no words could ever come close to how magical that felt. The way you moved while you were still inside of me,
I want to tell you about my Great Grandmother Woo. Her name was Mary Wason nee Congoo but everyone called her Woo. She was a beautiful Chinese, Aboriginal woman from Far North Queensland Australia and she was the sweetest little lady you could have ever had the privilege of meeting. Woo was my mother's mother's mother. If you had ever been loved by my Woo Woo, you didn't need to look for it anywhere else.
Mid December Mistress
Beneath the stars, two naked bodies writhe, Wind-driven, attacked by fierce heavy rains With burning passion, sent howls to the moon
No Words Needed
Her clothes were strewn about the room. An empty ice cream container sat on her bedside table, and the sunlight flickered through the broken blinds as the passing of morning traffic grew.
Painting Away Depression
Like many people who are lost when it comes to dealing with difficulties in their lives, sometimes it's as if I'm not even in control of my own life. It's these days where I change my hair. I started cutting my hair since I was 4 years old. When all other things around me seem to go awry, my hair is the only thing I can control, so I change it.
As a little girl who would grow up without her dad My Pop gave me something none of the other kids had. My language name; Gudjugudju.
The Quiet One
If you asked my friends today what kind of music I would relate to, they would most likely point you in the direction of country music and Disney songs. But growing up as a teenager with the thought that I was misunderstood and alone, my music choices were quite different. Every day I was asked “You’re only young, what do you have to be depressed about?” Each person who thought they knew me would tell me how good a life I had and I should have been very happy. Again, just more and more people who didn’t really know me at all, they just wanted me to be who or what they wanted me to be. They weren’t listening to me, just telling me.