A poem celebrating a new chapter in my career
My boozy poem is now a song, appearing on a stage in Sydney. Now that calls for a drink.
A poem for Mothers’ day
Once I became a full-time stay at home Mum I misplaced my rod, chucked the bait, and requested that all tackle be kept from view. But I was happy on the break from
fishing my career until the phone calls from the recruitment consultant started.
A poem where the title says it all.
It’s not just the tech that is buffering around here.
When I was 4 there were some things that I knew. I am not sure politics was one of those things and I am not sure what I understand about politics now.