Vlog re long morning, tired eyes & the cons of being a mature aged student.
To the Mother’s alone
While a Turnbull Government is busy giving money back to those who can eat without guilt, spare a thought this Mother’s Day for all those Mothers who won’t have a special lunch or new dressing gown.
An angry young man
The guy across the road from Daniel’s killed himself last week. He was young, maybe in his thirties. Young children Young wife And he was angry.
A very happy un-birthday love Centrelink
One year to go in a 4.5yr degree and the money is turned off 'cos my youngest has turned 8. How is this supporting women who have come out of domestic violence?
A study during motherhood
Making that choice to study while parenting in a choice between insanity and the funny farm. But, for those of us who survive we can laugh and show you the certificate.
A war of lies: Drugs and Australia 2017
I would normally leave this on my academic site, but this stuff is really interesting. It is not poetry, but it is poetic in a synthetic way. Hope you find it as intriguing as I do, and travel further down the rabbit hole.
With the War on Drugs being hailed as an overwhelming failure worldwide, why is it still waging on? US President Donald Trump and US Attorney General Jeff Sessions have thrown the media into a whirlwind by reconfirming their commitment to the failed policies, whilst other countries such as Portugal, Czech Republic, the Netherlands and Uruguay now have longitudinal data available to prove that none of what the fear-mongers have said has any statistical validity. Legalization and de-criminalisation of illicit substances is a solution that is not perfect but is proving better than the current strategies.
This report discusses the foundation of drug law worldwide and shows a brief overview of what has happened since.
Drugs and Billie Holiday
In 1939 the beautiful jazz singer Billie Holiday became one of the first celebrity targets for the unofficial war on drugs. The lately defunct department of prohibition became the Federal Bureau of…
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Today I saw my Dad (if I can find words)
He was hot, dirty and bloody and barrelling back to his camp, Leaving a battalion of fresh young boys behind him, they weren’t moving anymore. He had murder in his eyes and fire in his breath as he searched for a man soon to have appreciation for the consequences of his decisions, In a tropical paradise, de-evolved.
The pause between the breaths
The elliptical printed hospital gown that is loosely draped around my fathers body that is emaciated from the organs who have decided to fail him, long after he failed them.
how to stop holding on
A meditation on the simplest and most painful journey of my fathers looming mortality
Waiting for the when
Sunday morning It's not looking good Daddy's getting worse, they don't know what's wrong... I have to hop a plane flying out in the morning, kids crying and me... crying for the lack of them, anxious for the lack of him. Someone near me farting on the plane, fourteen hour flight. Good lord really? Really … Continue reading Waiting for the when
