Remembering to Remember

I’m listening to music that is all levels of bad. For one thing, it’s Australian. For another, it’s from the (very) early 90s. AND it’s a girl band. Singing pop. But I’m honestly loving it. The music reminds me of that incredibly pure time in my life – when I was living in Sydney with…

Gypsy says Merry Christmas

Christmas, by 6Artificial6 Written a few days ago… It’s that time of year again. Christmas. I can hardly believe it – it can’t possibly have been a year since the last, when I was fighting to stave off the blues and appreciate the reds, greens and golds of the season instead. I always feel like…

From one woman-child to another: A letter to my sweet 16

The dancer, by complejo Hi 16, I’m not going to tell you what’s in store for us. We’ve never believed in future-telling (although it’s always fun to have our palms read – just because it feels so nice and tickly when people trace the lines on our hands) and we’ve never wanted to know what…

Heated thoughts

The heat of the afternoon smothers her in an uncomfortable embrace. She’s desperate for escape but there is none. She’s at her desk. Her work is open and politely asking for attention, but unrelated thoughts meddle with her focus. If three’s a crowd, her brain is home to a multitude. She can almost feel them…

Christmas flies

  Christmas flies. Delightful and intensely annoying at the same time. They buzz in around October and remind you that the year is drawing to an end and by the time the end of the year actually rolls around you’re thoroughly sick of them. If they weren’t around, though, you’d notice immediately. They seem to…

The Fight

Lights off.   She closes her eyes, savouring the inky blackness, feeling it wash over her skin. Cool. Slinky. Soft.   She doesn’t recall where the light switch is, but she doesn’t care… She can’t see anything but the black and it’s a total mind fuck. Standing still, she could be in a tiny box,…