I am not sure if other poets explore their poetry in this way but I am not other poets and certainly not one to follow the status quo. So I thought that it might be fun to provide a little bit of background and exploration of some of the poems to be released in Phoenix … Continue reading Exploration of a Poem: Poles
The countdown has begun - 24 days till Phoenix is published!
Every now and then reality bites and stings hard and fast. Before you know it, you’re slipping down that memory mudslide full throttle with no brake and you’ve had the wind knocked out of you. This happened to me just a few minutes ago. I had a moment when I was re-experiencing a creative work … Continue reading When Reality Bites
It's 10:23 pm on New Year's Eve, 2019. I am sitting on the sofa bed in my mum's house in Canberra, having a bit of trouble settling for sleep and trying to keep my eyes from getting dryer due to the smoke that has seeped into the house via that silly little window in the … Continue reading Please Pray for Our Fire-Ravaged Nation
On the train to Canberra the soil drowns in sunshine and not a lick of water can be found to quench the thirsty land. Kindle-ready strands thrust malnourished fingers to the sky as dust balls dance around sweat laden hooves, the woolly creatures morphing with the landscape, twins wearing the same colours. Scottish sticks stretch … Continue reading Scorched
She throws herself down in great torrents,pounding the parched earth with desperate fists, aching to crack it open anddesperate to quench its deep thirst. Mouth wide like a baby bird, he gulps, swallowing the life-giving wet like a dying man, grasping at each rivulet that tries to run. Her rage thickens as each drop … Continue reading Hail
I was fearless once. When my words spilled out recklessly, wild, untended - a garden let loose. Nothing else mattered but the words as they grew from my deep and flowered, majestic in their exuberance. For many sleeps my garden has been fallow... left to a seedless season until the rain started and the deepest … Continue reading Unafraid
She’s like sunshine, her tiny pigtails wrapped in yellow bows and her feet dancing an excited jig as she laid eyes on us. Running, her little face beaming, she jumps into my arms and nearly knocking me to the floor, I am surrounded by her warmth which lights up my soul. (c) 2018 Miriam E. … Continue reading She’s like Sunshine
I don't believe in small talk. To begin with, it feels staged and obligatory and not at all like how humans desire to interact with each other. I've not actually met another person who genuinely enjoys small talk. It's like we do it because we feel it's etiquette - the right thing to do. But … Continue reading I don’t believe in small talk.
I didn't understand the power that comes from respecting my own space; that being clean, tidy and organised isn't about keeping up with the Stepford Wives, but about truly loving who I (and my family, by extension) am.