Category: Climate Crisis

It’s actually happening, I’m finally going to do my first ever solo show! “Oh Yuck, It’s Me”, a show about finding the will to live even while the world crumbles and burns around you, is debuting at one of my favourite venues, The Butterfly Club as part of The Melbourne Fringe Festival! Though I’m absolutely […]

(I’ve felt so blocked for the last few years which is unusual for me. My head feels foggy, the executive dysfunction is real but I’m going to push past it because I desperately want to get back to a place where I can express myself more freely. I’m just going to… write and see what […]

Another baby born. Another announcement on Facebook. Hundreds of heart reacts and those “congratulations” comments that Facebook animates with confetti. An algorithmic winner. And I want to celebrate. I want to feel joy in this most fundamentally beautiful and important part of being a human animal but when I see photos of their most precious, […]

I just had a dream that I woke up from calling out and crying. My loves and I were walking along a landscape of ice but the air was hot and yellow and the ice was melting into lukewarm puddles of freshwater. Some parts were breaking apart suddenly and violently as massive ocean waves exploded […]

Last night, after reading about the IPCC report on the climate crisis, my heart was racing and I felt sick and dizzy with fear. Rather than become paralysed, I felt I needed to do something so I painted myself with shaking hands and then I wrote this. I’m not sure what it is exactly but […]

You think you’ve escaped me?  You think you’re safe? Can’t you hear me? I’m everywhere, on the edges of everything. Howling and haunting and laughing and moaning. I know who you are and I know where you live. Your home is inside me you arrogant little ape. You’re killing my children, slaying your siblings, mindlessly […]

(I wrote this in September 2020 but at the time it felt too emotional and raw to post. I edited it a little today so the sense of time in it is a bit funny but the essence and emotions are still very much present. I am trying to find ways to talk openly about […]

“I will argue that it is not menstrual blood per se which disturbs the imagination – unstanchable as that red flood may be – but rather the albumen in the blood, the uterine shreds, placental jellyfish of the female sea. This is the chthonian matrix from which we rose. We have an evolutionary revulsion from […]

“We can’t selectively numb emotion. Numb the dark and you numb the light.” – Brene Brown, Daring Greatly They tell me to try a little harder to care a little less. Close that article to keep the truth out close the borders to keep those in need out close the windows to keep the smoke […]

Night is quiet in quarantine. I didn’t realise how loud it used to be. Now just the gentle sound of autumn rain and the drip drop of overflowing roofs and gutters full of brown, decaying leaves. It’s a mild night, almost warm – actually, come to think of it, isn’t it too warm for this […]