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The rain started at 4am. A tender thread of water only lasting a few minutes, but it’s tiny patter on the roof was enough to comfort my heart. It woke me from my heavy-eyed thoughts, a clanky reel replaying the last few days. Days filled with fevers, rigors and a throat that burnt like the sun. Days where time was a jellylike substance. Saturday Continue Reading

Ten Years

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Ten years ago a bride woke up on her wedding day with a bruise the size of a grapefruit on her fore-arm. It was green and unsightly, but the long Juliet-sleeves of her wedding dress covered it up nicely. She thought the bruise was odd, but she soon forgot about it because she was about to step into the happiest day of her life. And it was. It was Continue Reading


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I moved to Melbourne 11 years ago. In that time I have gotten married, survived leukaemia, given birth to 2 children, and tried most resolutely to make a home for myself. It looks nice. The people are nice. There's some good things about it. It looks deceptively like home. But after all these years, it's still doesn't feel like home. Before this Continue Reading

The Life of Pi

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It's still with me. I watched the Life of Pi two days ago and I can't stop thinking about it. By night it flashes through the filmy velvet of my dreams. By day my head is a rapturous kaleidoscope of luminous fish and sweet Indian music. And my heart is still breaking for the tears of Pi. I read the book five years ago. Yann Martel not only Continue Reading

Just Another Date

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December 10, 2003. There are details about that day that I can never forget. Like the way I sat in the haematologist’s office staring at the stupid little animal ornaments on his desk. Like the crooked angle of his polka-dot bow tie. Like the way he waffled on about diseases and then BAM!  The words kicked me in the guts and set my body shaking. Continue Reading


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She carries a pearl In perfect condition What once was hurt What once was friction What left a mark No longer stings Because grace makes beauty Out of ugly things                                    - Grace, U2 I sway between hope and despair hourly. I wish I was a consistent person. I wish I was positive ALL THE TIME. But I feel Continue Reading

The Restart


It seems that all my bridges have been burned But, you say that's exactly how this grace thing works It's not the long walk home that will change this heart But the welcome I receive with the restart       ~ Roll Away Your Stone, Mumford & Sons   For every day you stay away from writing, the harder it is to get back into it. Continue Reading



I wanted to scrawl these words on the toilet door of the shiny new building. To christen it. To bring a scrap of reality. But I’ve never been cool enough to graffiti. Or witty enough. And out of respect for Olivia Newton-John, I didn’t. It was her building. And I was grateful to her for donating it to the hospital. I also wanted to scrawl them Continue Reading

Angels and Demons


If I was a time bomb I’d be set to self-destruct right about now. I’m battling my demons. It's pretty busy work. You have demons too, right? Papermachéd flesh covers my stony belly. The creaky valves of my heart chamber click in and out in a steady repetitive rhythm. My heavy lungs inhale oxygen. Reminding me I’m still alive. The thing is, Continue Reading

Fields of Gold


When the song began to play she stepped nervously into the spotlight. Long hair tumbling. She remembered she was his bride. And she glided with the Fields of Gold down the aisle. When it came time to speak she fumbled through the stickiness of every word. She skimmed past them, hoping to avoid the depths. When it was his turn, he breathed in Continue Reading