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Imagine an earth where everything you see, from discernment’s birth, is a symbol. Mama, Dadaist. A is for apple, but it’s more than it seems. Apple might mean poison grown for vain, maternal schemes. Or . . . it might mean knowledge, Eden forsaken by forked tongue and a rogue hunger. It may be a…
Read MoreJumbled thoughts In quick succession An epileptic seizure Neurotransmitters Synapsis Sensibility Confused The mind A jigsaw puzzle An investigation The chemical significance Floods my perception Overwhelmed I fall Is this my fault Why am I here A state of emergency In hospital Incarcerated No place to go My interpretation Opinion or fact
Read Morefor Irina after Benee’s song ‘Bagels’ (Benemusicc Limited, 2023, https://youtu.be/ARzOSZqY_vo), which was created in collaboration with Youthline NZ, ASB and a team of neuroscientists When I listen to Benee hum & speak over the silkiest of beats, my unfocussed mind flows into a kind of meditative state and focuses on fondest memories of your…
Read MoreI’m a professor Of being a mental patient I have a Cert IV in being counselled A bachelors in seeing a psychologist A masters in completing questionnaires And a doctorate in dealing with psychiatrists I am an expert In condensing my life’s story Into an easy to digest Smoothed out and simplified Dot point…
Read MoreMoustached upper lip colour in my hair smooth cheeked sons what I see photo album page one dusty fingers slowly turn the pages all seems in order nothing to mundane smiling camera faces soccer games muddy clothes camping trips smoky fires rather fancy clothes and cars was money a thing behind the smiles and shiny…
Read MoreI am satisfied to feel rain sprinkling on my eyes cool refreshing water I tip my head back satisfied I am alive. I am satisfied to dance my feet flit and twirl in time to the magical music satisfied I am alive. I am satisfied to laugh bubbles rise from within tiny wrinkles crease my…
Read MoreYou came from out of nowhere no warnings given earth collapsed, buildings shattered lives lost no time to hide bodies buried beneath rubble children scream among debris babies wrenched from mother’s arms houses crumbled, roads destroyed people frantically dig, search survivors emerge dazed, bloodied traumatized questioning this senseless war families displaced nowhere to go their…
Read MoreLight a candle say a prayer for all those children suffering. streets are busy traffic moves fast no time to listen no time to care. doorways filled to the brim with bags of clothing bodies, stiff and still. syringes and needles lie everywhere careful or careless no one cares. what happened? to these kids of…
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