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Monday, August 17, 2026

Who Owns The Moon?

 

Today

A scrap of spacecraft

Collided with the moon.


Tides forgot to rise

Crops withered

Dung beetles cried

Menstrual cycles dried.



The Buck

Got passed from 

Man 

To 

Man

To

Man

To 

Man.


We don't own it

I mean who does?

Own the Moon

Intoned the men

Intoned the men

Intoned the men

In

Japan

Russia 

Iran

Italy

Uruguay

Argentina

Israel

Netherlands

& Berlin.


A scrap of spacecraft

Made in China

Bought by 

Australia

Launched in the U. S of A.

Collided with the moon.


Just Breaking

A scrap of spacecraft

Collided with the moon 

Announced the newsreader 

On the 6 o' clock news.


By 6.32pm

The Man In The Moon

Was so over the moon

So he moved

To a space not yet found 

By all the other men.


Not yet anyway.






Friday, July 17, 2026

Before I Sing You This Song

18 July 2026


Dear Diary, 

Remember back in 2016, when I was just dipping my toe into writing. 

I had a writing mentor.

A short story won a prize with Writers Victoria.

I was always shirking from the shame of not being able to spell, dreadful with grammar and no idea about tense.


Doesn't matter.

 My writing mentor said. 

That's what editors are for.

What matters is you can tell a cracking story..


I'd been doing comedy for about a decade. Wrote a few shows. Delivered a few workshops. 

And couldn't shake the comedy outta my system, no matter how many gigs and shows I did.

Out of nowhere this reunion of old school mates from Sunderland happened in Melbourne. We had dinner together and at the end of the meal one of my mates said..


Let's watch The Little Waster. Bobby Thompson, comedy hero in Sunderland. Bobby did the same two acts for thirty years. Everyone in Sunderland has a favourite Bobby joke.


I'd not thought about Bobby for years. That night I woke in the middle of the night and I wrote, till dawn. The first chapter of what, ten years later would become Before I Sing You This Song.

Possessed is an understatement. I wrote, I researched, I went back to Sunderland and met up with Bobby's son Keith and Pete Peverley who did a tribute show about Bobby.


And I kept wondering.. where were all the women back then in the 1970's in England.. surely there were some funny women.

And no doubt there were, but women couldn't be members of working men's clubs and women could only sing songs, not tell jokes..

And so I created Elsie Bishop, and the book Before I Sing You This Song, set in Sunderland in 1978, inspired by Bobby Thompson, is about a woman who wants to do comedy.

But comedy is a tough gig.
 Even tougher when you're a woman.

I went on to do a masters by research in creative writing on humour as a power construct in the wider gender based violence lens. 

Write two books. 
Move house four times. 
Leave a very very long marriage. 
&
Grimaced at the countless rejections for Before I Sing You This Song..  it's very Northern written in Pitmatic dialect.. too northern for this house..

Then a small but mighty publishing house in Sunderland said yes.. 

Let's bring Elsie Bishop to life.

Before I Sing You This Song is dedicated to all the housewives whose lives have been swept away under a rug..

Before I Sing You This Song
Launching 
Sunderland 
October 2026.

Dear Diary if I'd known it would have taken ten years to get this project over the line. I probably would have written a bit faster..






Tuesday, June 9, 2026

The Disappearing

 9 June

I went to a movie 

The Old Friend was there

With her friends 

Her husband

Her family


Old Friend

Not the Paul Simon kind 

Not the book end kind


An Old Friend

I see them

And other

Old Friends

And a little bit of me disappears


I cried that day

They said that to me

That I was not 

The kind of Jew they liked


I cried and cried


Wrote them a letter

The very next day


Sorry I said


sOrRy I said

in so many ways


Not good enough


Not Jewish enough


Not


I cried that day


& a little bit of me

disappeared


I see Old Friends

On trains

On streets

In cars


They look through me


And every time 

A little bit of me disappears


I smile less


I worry more


And a little bit of me disappears


Peseach comes

Rosh Hashanah goes

Chanukah the menorah and Bondi horror meld


Friends and families gather

No invitations sent


And a little bit of me disappears