On the 1/9/2010 The removalists came and moved my stuff to a little cottage on an acreage farm complete with dogs, cats and a horse. It was the first day of the rest of my life and I knew it in my bones. I was both excited and terrified with two small children in the mix,…
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Libresse ‘Viva La Vulva’ from Soundtree Music on Vimeo.
I longed for a child whom I talked to in my dreams, singing funk and jazz all Sugar Lee. She did not come through the rolling door. It was late and the joint was shut. All the seed had been spent in another’s womb. I look at the bare skin on my arm where I…
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It may be the theme of the middle of winter or it could be a continual underground river of conversation that has gone un-listened to. Woman are TIRED. and I am not talking about a little lack of sleep. Women are tired all the way down to the bone. Tired of pushing, of the…
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One of the deepest woundings a woman can experience as a mother, from her partner/ husband/… the father of her children or the father of his children whom she has raised as her own, is when the child turns a certain age, be it 3 or 4 or school age and there are more hours…
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I don’t want to be a mother today. Is that so bad to say? Will they take my children away if I admit that for today I don’t want to be a mother? Will they be taken away and given to a better mother who will make sure they eat their greens? Will I be…
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I feel a witch hunt brewing. Tuck your brooms away. Close ranks and send the owls out to prey. Stay in bed all day and don’t speak to strangers. Latch the door. Heresy is knocking pointing fingers. Don’t tell them you are communing, passing star seeded apples. Wait out the storm of scare mongering…
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The words I never heard: I have always had a very powerful connection to music. I love it. Portals into other peoples heart. Some songs are the poetry of my soul expressed through another persons musical gifts. One day I unearthed Van Morrison’s album, Tupelo Honey and just played it over and over and over.…
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I AM AN ARTIST / I AM A MOTHER / I AM BOTH AT THE SAME TIME. I want to muse on the assumption that women need to compartmentalise their lives, and men for that matter too. Business in this corner, having babies and raising them over in the other corner. But in truth it…
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Up before the Kookaburras this morning to drive the winding accession. I experience re-membrane body memory as I drive. Like an autopilot that says ‘I’ve got this’. Town after town of friends I could just stop off to reconnect. I blow silent kisses as I pass their neighborhood promising myself that they’d understand that I…
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