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Across the next month I will be fundraising for White Ribbon Australia – which works towards the prevention of men’s violence against women.

From their website:

White Ribbon Australia is a part of a global social movement working to eliminate gendered violence. We strive for an Australian society where all women and children are safe.
 
White Ribbon is the world’s largest movement engaging men and boys to end men’s violence against women and girls, promote gender equality and create new opportunities for men to build positive, healthy and respectful relationships.
 
The White Ribbon Australia movement works through a primary prevention approach in communities, schools and workplaces across the country. Through our programs and campaigns, we engage with men to become active in the social change needed to stop men’s violence against women and children.

This is an issue very close to my heart, and as such I am excited to be helping in my small way to help raise awareness. If you’d like to donate to my fundraising page, Click Here

 

“The standard that you walk by is the standard you accept.”

– Lieutenant General David Lindsay Morrison AO

Yggdrasil –

Her full-bellied wax turned to wane

Amygdala –

The shattered shale shifting underfoot

Holding blackened secrets too much for one to bear

Yggdrasil –

Her leaves wilt, her roots rot

And I only helped in cutting the branches

Pruning happiness and throwing it to the pyre

Amygdala –

While fruit and flower were ripped before ripe

And cried out on the ground just out of reach

A broken home with ghosts in its hallways

With poison in its veins

Yggdrasil –

A baby cries in darkness for fear and confusion

Photographs and memories are shoved into a drawer

I’ve lost all control

I feel nothing

Not even pain

Amygdala –

Those aren’t your eyes

-2020

Like the ninth, I watched from outside looking in
And flung towards you through Neptune’s cobalt.
The seventh, on its side paid little heed
On Saturn’s rings I skate and pick up speed
And shoot past the pregnant pull of Jupiter
To smash through belts of rock and ice
Inward now past Mars – the only red that’s cold
Ignoring home despite its patient worry
Into the reckless heat of Venus I yearn
To knock the first from its perch within your sight

We burnt bright and died fast.

My wayward turned head eclipsed the light
And outward bound my course then took the turn
Past home, I won’t return, I need not hurry
Even if I wanted, there was nothing I could hold
And purpose sheds its skin and precedes vice
My course but one pulse from the quantum arbiter
And without root I am a useless seed
On the wind of space with vagabond lead
Only faster, no hope of halt
Beyond the ninth into oblivion.

– 2020

Fog of the morning gone by midday

Or dreams forgotten on awakening

Stand as memories only in a field

Of carved totems swiftly been

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