Over the last few weeks I have watching Extant, a TV show starring Halle Berry. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt3155320/ It’s got me thinking at a meta scale about species extinction and those that are extant (still surviving). But at a micro level, every individual is surviving in face of challenges both real and imagined. For those who surviveContinue reading “What is ‘survival’”
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A critique of the art world
I got to thinking today, (which always leads to trouble of some kind), about the fine arts. You know, the highly perfected & theoretically sound works that are destined for greatness. The reality is that very few people can make a living doing truly unique and imaginative work – most art has to be “commercial”,Continue reading “A critique of the art world”
Broken earth
This poem has been a little while in the writing. The idea for it came from a conversation I had with my friend Kate Creatif in which I mentioned the Australian mining town Broken Hill. https://www.aussietowns.com.au/town/broken-hill-nsw Broken Hill If you drive far enough you will arrive at the Silver City built on eight hundred deathsContinue reading “Broken earth”
The law of the jungle
This poem is a critique of human hubris and our ability to fool ourselves into thinking we are at the top of the pyramid (spoiler alert: there is no pyramid, we’re just another mammal). What we could learn, if we listened I’ve been told that all the things that are wrong in the world can’tContinue reading “The law of the jungle”
Happy Mother’s Day
For the all mothers, and mothers-at-heart, and the people who love them…this one’s for you. Recollections Do you remember the smell of our first rain in years? The way it hung with organic promise in the air as the temperature fell? Initial drops were fat and heavy – dive bombing the powder dry soil beatingContinue reading “Happy Mother’s Day”
Memory triggers
This poem was inspired by an image that came to me of someone opening an old cupboard and seeing a blue jacket. In writing the poem I put myself in that person’s shoes. A “manrobe” is a half-height wardrobe with a small set of drawers, which were very popular through the first half of theContinue reading “Memory triggers”
Free form Friday
This poem was the product of hearing the first line in my head and then letting it tumble from neuron to notebook. Insights My thoughts are running wild falling over themselves as they trip on hidden punctuation, becoming dunk on self congratulation My emotions are complexities woven into the strata of an archeological dig: objectsContinue reading “Free form Friday”
Uncontainable lust for life
This poem is freshly lifted from the notebook. It was written after I’d had lunch and was looking at my back garden – it is a place of pride and shame. Pride because it can feed my family and shame because we do not give it the attention it deserves while at the same areContinue reading “Uncontainable lust for life”
The anti-list poem poem
Speaking only for me and my writing, I tend to write list poems when I am feeling stalled and need to just start pushing my pen across the paper to unblock. Perhaps this is why my list poems tend to be rants about how messed up the patriarchy is…you have agree it generates a LOTContinue reading “The anti-list poem poem”
Water
This poem is one I’ve been kicking around for a while. There was a perfect iteration but I lost it and can won’t ever be able to recreate the magic. Falling Like water falling over waterfalls Like water flowing in tidal waves. Like water washing over time again. Like tears falling in waterfalls flowing asContinue reading “Water”
Angele Toomey Poetry 