and/or back to AUSTRALIA…

The bottom line facts…

Luke is part Irish. He has family in the Cork area of Ireland (shout out to Cathal!) that his father went and visited a few years ago. They’re still farming on the original homestead.

Luke’s birthday is St Patrick’s Day… I never really understood celebrating St Patrick’s Day before I married a part Irish person whose birthday is 17 March.

Naturally I had witnessed celebrations in New York City, but I think you really need to be down with someone Irish, or a tribe of Irish people to get the gist… at least I did.

As reflected in today’s photographs of St Patrick’s Day pasts, it is one of biggest holiday events in my household… it rates up there with Halloween.

We even listen to all the pub songs throughout the year so we can sing. And in case you don’t recall, I’m not a singer... St Patrick’s Day is the only time where not singing seems nearly as rude as not drinking Jameson and Guinness… and Kilkenny.

A friend in Ireland once told me he met some Aussies and had no prior knowledge of their drinking skills… Six more sleeps ’til the festivities commence!

St Patrick’s Day also holds special meaning to me as an unconverted pagan.

… and I’m glad he got rid of the snakes too.

Considering that I’ve officially been back in Australia for just over four weeks, adventure time is nigh…

In addition to feeling flat about my script… I’m running out of editing juice. I’ve been staring at the screen a bit too much recently and my eyeballs are rolling out of my head…

Therefore we will be live from Melbourne come Monday! I’m not sure for how long yet… I bought a one way ticket. Could be a few days… could be forever until the next NYC stint…

Only one way to find out!

Armed with laptop, ink, and suitcase… take off is Monday morning.

Here’s a piece from the collection I’m presently editing…

empirical empathy

kaleidoscope care combines
rainbows of how i love you.
uneven shapes change with every…
new circle of light.
ways you beam facing the sun.
how i spin and…
up, down, the colours of your
swaying branches.
rattle my tree.
watching your reds turn violet,
violets turn gold.
through my telescope
you shine brighter…
blending with surroundings
… just fitting in.

Luke hails from Melbourne. Once upon a time we lived in a one bedroom cottage on Separation Street in Northcote and would peddle push bikes to Dan Murphy’s in Fairfield after our car got stolen, used in a robbery, and lit on fire in front of the Melbourne Zoo.

That was when we lived in Collingwood… Continue reading…

We went and saw Alice in Wonderland. I heart Tim Burton and Johnny Depp.

After seeing the Tim Burton exhibit at MoMA in New York City a few weeks ago, I was super excited. I literally beamed in delight when WALT DISNEY PICTURES came up on the movie screen. Continue reading…

Go!

Alright tantrum has been managed with a lovely drive through glowing green and a few cello tracks. Since I grew up in the forest, I seek it out at particular moments. Continue reading…

I intend to keep living as a nomad/gypsy until I can afford something in Manhattan… it’s kind of like a silent protest. Continue reading…

It’s been raining outside for the past few days and is supposed to rain all week. I love it. Everything is scented with that delicious, cool aroma that is completely inexplicable.

Imagine being able to stay inside, listening to the rain, with no where else to be, for days at a time…

I’ve written two poems in the past 24 hours Continue reading…

I love stomping and romping as much as the next gal. Unfortunately I don’t live a rock star life (yet) that permits me to do whatever I feel like every day… like going out to run around and explore or swing from branches. Continue reading…

Remember when the guy from Sigfried and Roy ( I believe it was Roy) nearly got eaten by the lion? Continue reading…

I’ve gotten two rejection letters in the past week after submitting a micro-fiction piece and some poetry. Continue reading…