So many uncomfortable feelings What shall I do with them? This one I’ll avoid, catch a bullet train away from This one I’ll shove in a drawer, tightly, amongst my worn-out knickers This one I’ll stuff down my throat, with a cinnamon bun to chase it This one I’ll hide up a tree for later, amongst the ripening fruit This one curls me up, like a newborn babe in terror This one I’ll push high inside, right up near my cervix This one I’ll pass on to you, contagious miasma of melancholy This one I’ll let ignite me, set my jaw on fire This one makes me buy things: This thing makes me feel worthy, and that thing makes me feel loved, and this thing makes me look thin, and that thing makes me feel rich, and this one means I belong, and that one brings me peace, and this…
It has been an absolutely chaotic and challenging year, from the bushfires in Australia through to a terrifying and deadly global pandemic and ongoing political unrest and upheaval in the United States. Indie Blu(e) Publishing has produced an amazing anthology for these times. As the World Burns: Writers and Artists Reflect on a World Gone Mad brings together the work of 114 writers and artists reflecting on these intensely chaotic times.
It is both a story of survival and an act of resistance. “We speak with many voices, to the damage wrought in these violent, fevered months. Let us never forget or turn away, from what is just, what is necessary, to keep light alive in this world.”
(As the World Burns amazon.com product description)
Three of my poems have been published in this anthology. To read them, alongside the work of 113 other gifted writers and artists, please purchase a copy at Book Depository, or at Amazon.
It’s been a very productive, busy and eventful year for me as a poet. I’ve updated my About page with all recent publications, and a link to my YouTube channel (for all my spoken word poetry performances). Please come have a read if you haven’t already. I think you’ll find it’s not the sort of fusty and boring About page you’re used to reading.
iamb is the brainchild of poet Mark Antony Owen and is, in his own words, “part library of poets, part quarterly journal[…] ‘iamb’ is where established and emerging talents are showcased side by side. Not just their words, but their readings of them.”
November 1 saw the launch of iamb wave four, a collection of 60 poems by 20 living poets. The poems appear in both written form and as audio recordings, alongside profiles of each poet.
I was lucky enough to be included in iamb’s fourth wave, along with some very qualified, published and awarded poets. As a fledgling, self-taught poet, I feel particularly honoured to be part of wave four of iamb.
A golden shovel poem based on a line from Elizabeth Bishop’s poem Sestina. To read the text of pockets, click here. You can also watch this video with auto-captions; please switch them on in the settings menu in YouTube.
Why was I built so large? I feel like a monolith on the bed, my fatigue measurable in tons, my height in storeys. My flesh feels made of stone, and not the porous kind. I am immense when I’d rather float and pirouette and flitter up into the ozone like a butterfly.
I want to be the perfect woman, and only then might you love me. Unseen, unheard, unformed, uninformed. Not of the senses even, except in those moments you wish to stroke me, to extract pleasure from my negative spaces. I wear the uniform of woman.
I will do this for you because I can: make myself hollow, a vessel. Create a vacuum for you, extract your innards with my stillness, with my absence, with a winsome smile on the veneer of my mannequin face. I am your doll.