Pause like an artist

Have you been dreaming about either: 
A) Blowing $300 at the $2 shop and then punching yourself in the head;
or
B) Floating off and becoming an invisible mushroom spore? 
(I love you).*

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My non-binary heart + a poem-in-progress

When I say let yourself play, I mean
Give yourself a gun
​and shoot

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My s*** made me do it

What do I need – bare minimum – to stay connected to the deepest parts of myself during this chapter of my life? 

The End of the World

If the world is ending then it’s time to enter the eye of the needle and choose our one priority. And if a new world is beginning, then it’s time to devote our lives to something. Either way, I’m choosing...

Mapping the swamp

I gave birth last month. My midwife suggested that I ‘map the swamp’: to find a way to make my inner world visible.

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My creations serve the Earth

Depending on which window you look out, the world is curdling, desiccated, fracturing, and on fire. There are so many of us who feel the urgency of making a meaningful contribution.  

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Making art is like sex

Making art is like making out: context matters. Some people are more sensitive to context than others. 

Barbie dolls, slugs, spring water

The latest chapter in pandemic life has been a big wobbly one for so many of us, with uncertainty, and cancelled plans, and vaccinations, and trying to make sense, and lockdown, and so much noise and uncomfortable silence.

When I’m feeling stuck, numb, or confused I find making art helps. 

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When your body feels like landfill

A few weeks ago, I decided to do a brave thing and go and check my letterbox, which is approximately 15 steps away from my front door. I ended up vomiting on my lavender bush, peeing my pants and twisting my ankle all within the space of 60 seconds. Read this post.

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Put your phone in a sock

I was feeling frazzled recently, so I gave myself some instructions. I thought you might need them too.

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Burnout, baby shark & why I won't stop dancing

For a while now, I’ve been running a personal experiment in burnout, as in, How many things can I possibly put on my plate, until my plate starts forming cracks? ​Read this blog post.

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Q&A with Rata Gordon

I answered some questions about my new collection of poetry and the writing process. ​

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Art can handle us

​I work with young people who are experiencing so-called ‘mental illness’. To me, ‘mental illness’ is a misnomer. Read this guest post for Corpus blog.