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Narrabeen

Yesterday, I walked West to the wide open space I swam in the ocean, sea foam splashed my face Today, I walked East to the meeting of hills I swam in the lake, then simply stood still   In the morning the light is all softness and white In the evening...

She was a spider

She was a spider, huddled in the hinge of a car doorA web spun all round her, cradling her babies too, so many of them.Tiny army of sons and daughters all smaller than her tiny headAll of them hers, all her children, this spider. She was...

On the bus to climate action

Conversations had started at the bus stop. That in itself is new. Therefore, things can change. Myself and two other people chatted freely to each other about the numbers to expect, if the bus was delayed due to the strike – did you go to the...

Understanding Hannah Arendt’s – The Origins of Totalitarianism

“When people talk about Nazism, they talk about six million Jews and concentration camps. But it was everything else.” - Zdenka Fantlova, Actress and Holocaust survivor, The Lady in Number 6 This is my endeavour to understand some parts of 'everything else' by summarising in part...

Children share

Gently staring focussed faceOffered by the infant's graceHolding out her little handHolding in it, simple sand. Here this is, for you to seeAll for you, it's held by meAll for you, I'm offeringLooking up so tenderly. With a small and simple giftSharing I've been holding this Playing...

Sleeping in Emergency

She was locked out.She was banging on the door.People were alarmed.Because she couldn't get in.Didn't notice, as much as didn't care.How could she it was nine degrees.No money, no jacket, no phone, no home.No one.To call.Or stay with.No phone to call with.You don't notice things...