running naked down the corridor

A colleague once told me he’d rather run naked down the corridor than share his poetry publicly. And I thought about that a lot, and I knew where he was coming from, and I decided that I didn’t want to be there.

So I started putting my poetry here. 

Reading someone’s poetry can be like being an April witch, riding with them for a few moments, looking out through their eyes. It’s intimidating to open that door in the back of my head in a way that my professional writing isn’t. But I’ve always enjoyed reading poetry, and have written a very occasional one for years. Now I’m trying to write on a regular basis – capturing moments.  

I also like painting, even though I’m not much good at it. I like painting on the walls, probably because I had to scrub the walls clean when I drew on them as a child. Now I’m an adult with my own walls, and I’ll damn well paint on them if I want! And post a few photos of them here – like my kookaburra. All the other photos, like the headers, are taken around my home – ‘Kate’s Folly’.

And there’s a heap of stuff that infuriates me – dishonesty, greed, selfishness, stupidity, sexism, values statements, wastefulness… Rants triggered by any of the above, and other stuff, are also to be found here.   

So… this is me, running naked down the corridor –  blowing raspberries and cackling like a kookaburra as I go…

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