Recently a show aired here in New Zealand on a Demand website called ‘Bloodlands’. The series was released in February 2021 and stars James Nesbitt. The show is based in Belfast, Northern Ireland. Bloodland flashes back to talking about The Troubles. …
I am a blogger, poet and artist. I live with Dissociative Identity Disorder, each Alter is creative. Feminist activist environmentalist former sex worker.
Here in New Zealand, the government had made it mandatory for all health professionals and teachers to be vaccinated. The new rules came into effect this week. The rules mean health professionals and teachers had to have had their first vaccination by this week and booked for their next one…
Katie Melua is trying to tell me that it is a wonderful life. I wish she was here so I could tell her what I think about that. My tv is dying, my cat believes I have not fed him, and my best friend won’t answer the phone, I know…
The miniature daisies got cut off from their home
Mowed over
I keep seeing the doll’s house
I keep seeing the doll’s house
So much traffic
The plane is full, we wonder if it can carry our tiny weight
People everywhere, looking but not seeing our split lip or the…
The day did not start out as any normal day at all, so if you are expecting anything normal here you will be a tad disappointed. We were wide awake well before the alarm went off. One of the many thoughts that had flooded our mind all night was what…
My first real café experience was a café called Te Kano Café in Wanaka, Central Otago. It was the mid 1980’s, during my teenage years, I went to the café off and on until I was 18 and left Wanaka forever. The café had the most beautiful atmosphere and food.
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Ode to being in your late 20’s in the 90’s
Were one becomes bored with the landscape
And decides to venture forth to foreign lands
A head full of concurring other people’s cultures
Knowing you could be like other Kiwi’s from the antipodes
Therefore, you jump into a tin can…
Trigger warning: This poem contains graphic rape content.
I remember you crushing my body
I remember not being able to breath
I remember my face being forced down onto your body part that hurt me
I remember chocking
I remember you taking my clothes off
I remember you forcing yourself…
Number plate.
Your shadow is shaking
Finding myself staring at number plates of cars that look like yours
Is it because I miss you?
Or is it because I am scared for my life?
Changing my pattern
Because those whom detect told me to
By sitting in a room full…
