If I were Paris

This is a news media sort of piece of writing, that I wrote in response to the general advocacy which was being given in the media for Paris Hilton’s release from the prison of gaol, into the prison of an anklet, over the weekend; but before her re-imprisonment. 
Of her re-imprisonment what I want here to [...]

Harder the work when Esoteric

Not Funny Work
 
Been working
Now some years long way
For to prove strong
The song for today
Is never needing to be
Of racial abuse to stay
Yet also still and permanent too
That stolen generations
Is not what just racial abuse did do
But is a seperate issue
More connected with land value
Of more serious pressure
Upon us all to bear down
Upon who ever let [...]

Animist Kiri Elaison is Strange but

Something very strange seems to have happened. 
It is proven that when the kind of girl, whom is most often held dear and precious and so near, and regarded as expensive to make a wife of, happens to be treated with general depravity and denied any real social status of worth, yet also she works by [...]

This could be disturbing yet preferentially self referential

Attend the Rule of Straight no Fool 
Their own belief
The drug using quarter
Forebade my truth
When trying to include me
Because of a Husband’s story
And accused me
Of not being able
To sustain upon the table
And follow through in
Believing
What there is to
Believe in
But when
Their own minds were to
Follow the lie among
Their own outcome
To find this song
While my belief [...]

Strangely so yet today composed

 
The Doctor and His Daughter Forged
 
Is it true of every doctor
Or only my own father
I know of
That his every motivation
In respect of me his daughter
Can only have been
What not to
Do and know or be
That I learned to sew
The seam
Of everything unclean
Finding I hold together
As only it can be in the weather
His own end unseen
But that [...]

An Australian Perspective of our Country’s Great Silence

This post in my blog is by way of referring readers to the other posts I have made in this web log.  Gradually the most effective use of word press is being discovered by me in a trial and error sort of method, because my own mind really dislikes reading in the computer.  The original [...]

Bear Child

Much of my poetry makes both direct and obique reference to the Birds and the Bees, but well within the full Indigenous Animst tradition, in which the birds and the bees, have in story, very distinct function.  I am a bee girl, with a yam yarn.  These are three poems written very recently, that I [...]

Three Poems Explaining the Inexplicable

 
What’s Fishy Besides This
 
Usually
Fold who are true
Believe
There is something fishy about me
But might I rather
Tell you from my father
Its a bit too sticky
To the blue ringed octopus finicky
But no need to fuss
Since once
My mother and father
Were learning to scuba dive
And my Nana showed me
What a blue ringed octopus do be
In a rock pool I saw [...]

Two poems not yet edited yet of worth in intelligence written to compliment the essay.

Intelligence  
Can I expect
What will happen next
For the police did call
Me any number of things at all
And followed me throughout
Many days of no doubt
Their wasting government resources
While I wondered what all the fuss is
About
Until I comprehended
They seemed to suppose
After long enough I know
That they were the only ones left I could talk to
And so [...]

This is no guess but that I came here to publish at first.

This set of bits and pieces of my writing is saved onto a hardware device with the strange name: “believe because it does not really matter supposedly”, and not because I intended to save with that name, but because it just happened by accident of bizarre complexity. But that is what my life is like, and so [...]