photo by: luisa brimble / a sidewalk garden under a kitchen window in surry hills “Something strange was going on. Tita remembered that Nacha had always said that when people argue while [...]
1008 rose and camellia petals A havan is a purifying fire ritual originating from India. An ancient practice, it is performed to invoke positive energy into our lives and the ether. During the [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: The light pours into his room first thing in the morning – perfect excuse to stay in bed and read. Poet: [...]
fallen leaves on a city street / bare branches, new moss / star camellia Come 4pm I journey around the house; closing windows and blinds, lighting pillar candles. I gather the wool socks that [...]
“Home is not simply a mark upon a map, anymore than a river’s just water. It is the place at the centre of the compass from which every arrow radiates and where the heart is fixed. [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: Begging to play battleships on the iPad. Poet: In the winter garden, cake crumbs on her lips (bonnet by Dover [...]
a wishing well in our neighbour’s garden / tree dahlias with their delicate, slightly shaggy mauve petals that fall almost as soon as they bloom For the next few months I’ll [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: He can whistle now and so he does, every day. Poet: Before we leave the house she always needs a hat, some beads [...]
The sky really is that blue and it beckons us from the house, even when we’re in the midst of a late, buttery breakfast. The trees are shedding to bare winter branches; they drop star [...]
“The most difficult part of birth is the first year afterwards. It is the year of travail – when the soul of a woman must birth the mother inside her. The emotional labour pains of [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Che: Pixelated glasses and his shirt on backwards (his choice). Poet: She will only sit in her pram if she’s [...]
