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New tech spins round and round
#Velocity fuelling the #orbital dance
I’m begging the world to stop
Gravitate to humane ways to advance

#vss365

Sending you, your daughter and family light and love.💗

like dark clouds that race across the sky
your rage devours all life, all light
then your usual storm-away into the night
leaving us like bleached corpses
fallen in a drive-by

#vss365 #dark

even my sighs express the ache
my out-breath fluting the pain
of knowing i’ve lost
too many battles
this body scorning my efforts
to take in life
and be someone
you could perhaps, need
if not like

#vss365 #ache

atop the crumbling bones of a massacred people
Kushner ejects his lucre’d dreams
as a vindicated Caligula lovingly whispers
my man, it’s not extreme
and at Davos, make it mainstream

#vss365 #bones

there was a lady policy wonk
whose ideas always landed with a plonk
how could she not perceive
that the wellbeing of plebes
was abomination to a certain powerful nonc

#vss365 #wonky

January delivered its own denial
a bindle of remnants and renewals
the sudden flare of shaping dreams and schedules
fuelled by scraps of last year’s remorses

#vss365 #deliver

Adelaide festival dumps prominent academic Randa Abdel-Fattah over ‘cultural sensitivity’ concerns after Bondi attack Abdel-Fattah accuses the board of ‘blatant and shameless’ anti-Palestinian racism and censorship, as other authors pull out in solidarity

How many Zionist writers have been censored due to sensitivity about genocide in Gaza?

Acknowledging Jewish sensitivities, while pretending Palestinians have nothing be sensitive about isn't merely bold faced racism; its dehumanising.

You don't have to be evil to Palestinians to be kind to Jews.

The Great Palestinian Silence It seems everyone is tweeting about freedom of speech. So let me tell you a story about freedom of speech and the exceptional case of Palestine. In the days leading up to Israel’s proposed annexati…

No Adelaide Writers Week for me. I can’t in any good conscience now appear at a festival seeking to mute a very necessary public conversation … Randa Abdel-Fattah is an important voice. Here’s something I published from her on, guess what, Palestinian marginalisation. meanjin.com.au/latest/the-g...

Merci, Aspen.🌻

words adorn the lies
pickling truth in brine
we swallow, then aspirate
retching at this new shrine

#vss365 #adorn

Renee Nicole Good, murdered by ICE, was a prize-winning poet. Here’s that poem. Renee Nicole Good, 37, mother to a six-year-old boy, was murdered earlier today by an ICE agent in Minneapolis, a few blocks from her home. According to the Minnesota Star Tribune: [An ICE agent] s…

“i want back my rocking chairs, / solipsist sunsets, / & coastal jungle sounds...”

A poem by Renee Nicole Good, who was murdered by ICE earlier today.

lithub.com/renee-nicole...

Strings carried the water, woodwinds breathed the steam, muted tones held the leaves, and soft percussion rang like porcelain touched by warmth. When the #symphony ended, she decided to make another cup of tea. #vss365

A poem based on the prompt word ‘symphony’. it was over in four movements your courtship a ragged symphony all crash and flourish a burst-on-arrival overture of trippy flirts and dizzy twirls the deep, wine-dark tangle of bodies giving way to the monotone of coupling repetition and finally the inevitable stray & frayed coda our finale

#vss365 #symphony

A poem based on the prompt word ‘spooked’. spooked a feral stranger slipped through what should've stayed shut and padded toward me for what I couldn't read fear unspooled a single violent rush then bright, electric filaments shot through vein and nerve circuits closing the cat froze, watching startled by the fear in me our hackles rising in the same breath neither of us sure who began it

#vss365 #spooked

an oddball
the unplaced thought
moss gathers as she settles
into others’ cracks

#vss365 #oddball

A poem based on the prompt word ‘fight’. who am I to judge that you won't go quietly into the night but fight hard to live a little longer as if that scrap of time re-allotted to you would ease the grief of those who love you earn the forgiveness of those who despise you restore the dreams that slipped away reward you with the successes that eluded you let you live life again with all the passion you planned for it with all the youth you could waste on it though would you stay a little longer for me that I may love you a little more

#vss365 #fight

float a breathless prayer of #gratitude for the gift of this exquisite time
where i can steep in the splendour of my imperfections
knowing that still i am loved
as i share myself to all i love
and round my way back to you
the origin of life

#vss365

of the many things I #regret
the one I most do
is not being wiser than I was
for every age I stumbled through

#vss365

temple pulse
monotone pain
lurking malaise

#vss365 #monotonous

imposter syndrome:

always being handed #consolation prizes

#vss365

A poem based on the prompt ‘suave’. the finest words truly crisp and precisely chiselled riotous in chaotic uproar pesky in their needling distress frisky to tickle and cheer suave in their elegant swish in elaborate verses they string and sing tone and register image and resonance beating in tempo a song remembered then slip into the hidden hollows of heart igniting chambers to surge and pulse seek living waters then rise and spill and come to life

#vss365 #suave

#vss365 #matter #reflection

tendrils of sweet awareness in day
sync of gentle breath in sleep
verses of soft affection in tandem
love
a barometer of my #health

#vss365

Beggar my love
If it needs a #measurables
I can’t reckon the myriad ways
Our life together creates pleasurables

#vss365

defying specifics
values churn in ethereal spaces
for that elusive equation for beauty

#vss365 #specific

A Political Treatise

To bet on our future options
Whether to accept the stifling of thought, will and truth
Or free the inventiveness of the human spirit
And break through to a kinder world
With renewed stewardship of love
We know what we want
So yes ‘Fuck the Billionaires’

#vss365 #option

A poem based on the prompt word ‘number’. it was a wrong number but something of their voice lingered the hurried pace, hint of anguish, disbelief at their error stayed what had happened curiosity or perhaps empathy wondered unseen, i transubstantiate into an actor in the recessed light of the waiting drama accepting humanity loops through fibre optic cables

#vss365 #number

invoking ideals to mask crude power plays
measuring the cost of peace by lives of the young misled
honouring arms and armistice
in its ever perverse interplay

#vss365 #measure #RemembranceDay

Beware, Literature!
it breaks open
unthought thoughts
unfelt feelings
unsought soughts
un-danced songs of sound and rhythm
un-lived lives
reconnecting to the pulse of life
and the heartbeat of the universe

#vss365 #Literature