Walking in this World

I am not fantastic at slowing down and breathing and consequently end up burnt out and stressed more often than one should… the concept of slowing down and resting in order to get things done both makes sense to me and goes completely against the grain. I have noticed of late I do not feelContinue reading “Walking in this World”

7 things and 7 days

Women need to make time for themselves. This is non-negotiable. We need time to breath, to shower, to try on clothes in department stores without worrying that our 2 year old will crawl under the door and run away while we are naked and can’t catch them, to catch up with our mates, and toContinue reading “7 things and 7 days”

Trapped Inside An Elevator – Poetry Month 2021

My favourite prompts in the 2021 Dirty Thirty Poetry Month Challenge were the ‘Zombie Apocalypse‘, and ‘Trapped Inside an Elevator’ … both are topics I would absolutely never have written on… While writing about being trapped in an elevator we were asked to imagine there were other people in the elevator and there was notContinue reading “Trapped Inside An Elevator – Poetry Month 2021”

My life … in not many words…

I have been somewhat MIA lately – mostly due to ill health (who knows how little fun pneumonia is? Me! Josie knows! Pneumonia sucks!)…. I thought I would just jump on here and give the least interesting update imaginable… “Josie’s life in 2021.” My life has involved a combination of the following, with the oddContinue reading “My life … in not many words…”

More beautiful than ugly

A couple of weeks ago I shared some of my piece “A Million Pieces of Ugly.” Here is a little more of it. I love everyone, but I don’t have many people in my close circle. I am a quite the recluse at times. Those that are in my circle, are precious. They are toContinue reading “More beautiful than ugly”

Whore or Madonna

This isn’t typical of my recent writings, but I wanted to switch things up a little for this weeks #wednesdaywords I wrote this piece when I was privileges enough to regularly attend spoken word nights in my hometown. This poem in its entires captures some of the complications of a woman’s identity, our perception ofContinue reading “Whore or Madonna”

After these years

“My life, my dreams are askew After these years and layers of hurt… …I just want a moment not to feel.” I didn’t write this poem about politics, or change – even though the current state of Australia does make me wish I could not feel. It was an expression of the way I feltContinue reading “After these years”

Needing something to change

I need somethings in my life to change… I think we all do. Wanting a change, knowing we need a change and being able to make the change are not however always the same thing. Maybe the thing you need to change is outside of your control, maybe it is a systemic or structural changeContinue reading “Needing something to change”