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may light

may light (photo by Monisha May)

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The familiar constriction

of bang and violence

still surprises me

the downbeat of an airport drop off

In the emptiness that follows

I see through a corner of my eye

down the tunnel of warm milk

toast buttered to the edges

a fat, hot tear

I smell your absolute absence

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Your Cousin’s borrowed memory

deserted, ruined Croft

rocky bay and black seals

the swirling, freezing North sea

Nova Scotia’s cold marble headstone

I feel the Gulf Stream rising in me

blood and longing

I hold this serpentine stone flat in my hand

and see you flicker

in my Son’s eyes

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The oxygen left the room

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as I breathed salt water

floating seamlessly

between two universes

feeling the weight and magnitude

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of the white puff

of a dandelion seed

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I watched, pinned, floating

as it swirled in through the front door

lingering, laughing, carousing

it stayed

forever and no time at all

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it hung there, hesitating

before it flew

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like a Black Cockatoo call

out the back door

and into the universe once more

leaving me with

gravity returning to my limbs

heavy as lead

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pumpkins

pumpkins

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indelible

indelible

A declaration of Independence

something to be proud of

to broadcast into a public forum

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What would that be to me?

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Definitely not a dance of cynicism

or an angry proclamation

of being unlovable unable and disabled

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Not a walkout of mass proportions

on all that was loving sustainable and nurturing growing and fertile

a walkout on cats dogs fish hens gardens people

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No

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A declaration of Independence

would look like a Blue Forest

mulch compost songs birds and trees shoes on the doorstep muddy and worn

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it would be the Universe in a coffee pot

A lifetime of old tea leaves chucked on the front verandah

The Virgin Mary on the mantle piece singing to Nina Simone

and endless dog hairs in the bed on my clothes and in the carpets

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One of my favourite garden treats is a Cape Gooseberry, Psysalis peruviana. It is part of the Nightshade family.

I go hunting often for it, looking for the ghostly pods, today I found some lying around in the freshly cleared vege patch. Before scoffing them all, like a vitamin c starved lunatic, I took some pics.

It is a beautiful plant. Skeletal in its decaying casing-it holds the seeds to new life within. The beginnings and the ends. all together. very clever and it’s yummy

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LIFE FORCE

by Geraldine Bigelow

 

“…..I move with the memory

of all I pass

the secret folds of middle earth

and run them through the field of Man

of great beast

and flirtatious bird

seeking out myself

I spray forth

taking the wind

and its chiming message

down to the pool of water

where all life has gathered.”

 

 

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I am a carer, working in Aged Care. I work a lot in a closed Dementia unit. It is both beautiful and distressing all at the same time. As an artist I aim to bring communication in different formats to the discussion. I am most interested in discussing the social aspects of aged care, the effect Dementia has on the individual and family and friends.

‘Haiku from Headquarters’ is a suite of work I have compiled to bring a greater understanding to dementia, it’s beauty and challenges. I have included a link here to Altziemers Australia.

There is always a risk that works may seem patronising or diminishing, but I assure you this series has been made with thought and love.

I have pictorially represented the Haiku, to add to the feelings of disconnection experienced by the person living with Dementia, of their family.

https://fightdementia.org.au/support-and-services/i-care-for-someone-with-dementia/later-stages-of-dementia

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