Empathy

  • If I Must

    This train. It is a train that fights abuse by abusing abusers, and I do not understand it, my heart. It does not understand. They tell me I must fight, I must fight, I must fight. But I will not… Continue reading

  • Together

    This morning I was taken back to the year 1997, when I sat glued to the television, hoping with all of my everything that a man named Stuart Diver would be rescued from beneath a mountain of rubble — the… Continue reading

  • Innocent War

    And there you are with eyes wide closed, slicing through bullies with the very hatred you oppose. It is all pain, to me. The daggers of hate disguised as love. The broken ways in which change is achieved in this… Continue reading

  • All Of Me

    This morning, I stood at the sink and cried. Years ago, quite by accident, and quite without me knowing why…I stopped crying after a lifetime of being a human river. I didn’t notice it happening, it just happened and there… Continue reading

  • Dance

    I bounded out of bed. No, really, I bounded out of bed and bounced around my room, arms and legs flailing— a sort of contemporary dance concoction that would have won me the award for the most daggy morning-human, ever.… Continue reading

  • Tomorrow’s Sweet Sun

    How sweet it is, dear life. To choose better, without handing a cup of pain to another. To know my worth and to ask equal to its value without hesitation: a true gift from the whirling, twirling invisible world of… Continue reading

  • Devastated

    I’m devastated, I really can’t paint it any other way. Melbourne, my home town, has gone into stage four COVID restrictions (the highest level: full lockdown, but for essential food/medical needs), which is very much necessary given the rising case… Continue reading

  • Pitchfork

    Yes, you could judge them. But if I were you, I would breathe first. Would you like to be judged for being just the way that you are because you are that way? To judge another is to place shame… Continue reading

  • Friends

    Shining friends of mine. They are the sun, and I am the flower blooming in the golden fields of happily ever after. Continue reading

  • War

    I ache for it all. It is a war. It is a world wide war announcing the differing languages of intolerance. Continue reading