26/12/2025
I have made the majority of my posts private and left a few posts public while I reconsider my goals for this blog.
I have made the majority of my posts private and left a few posts public while I reconsider my goals for this blog.
I am posting more social-media-friendly poetry content on Instagram, Facebook, Tiktok and Tumblr.
Was it my mistake or your demise?/ I tried to write your alibies/ supported your delusions/ ’cause I thought you might get something right.
’cause if I’d say the wrong thing/ like a human, like a child/ I’d never live it down/ you collect mistakes to hold against me/ and you don’t lose count
If I try to define it, try to outline it/ you’d think there’s nothing there/ Just like dark matter/ it can’t be captured.
I came first in the first round of this year’s poetry slam, so I will be competing at the state finals next month!
“You can’t choose what you’re dealt/ but you can change your convictions/ and switch up the tapes/ to stop playing the victim.”
Written in 2025/MAR Thank you to Perth Poetry Club and The Moon Café for hosting my poetry! It was uncanny to think I had this opportunity exactly 6 months after my first poetry gig. I am really proud of myself for this because my FND has become so menacing this year that I was not…
And I’ve never ever needed you here more/ and I really need to see you make the effort/ Because my hands are shaking/ and it’s not because I’m crying
This dance of ours, this parting dance/ Our moves confined by circumstance/ The way I spun around your glance/ As fragile as a final chance
I realise it’s the evenings/ when my feelings hit high-tide/ gnawing at my loneliness/ to try to force some openness.
Patience and chrysanthemums/ and standing at your doorstep/ The weight of you is out of view/ the centre of my orbit
Written in 2024/SEP Thank you to That Poetry Thing at Smith’s Alternative, Canberra, for the fantastic opportunity, and thank you to my dear sister, Stacey, for filming this set for me. I absolutely loved sharing my poetry with the audience! As much as I love my poems in their written form, speaking them into existence…
(I found) fragments of truth in a trickster’s blessed hands.
I wish I had you home with me/ I’d trace your lines of poetry/ And memorise each breath released/ The life force of my poetry/ My inspiration holding me
I like the word “US”/ The united state of love/ I’ve got that First Lady touch
I opened my mouth and was ready to tell her I’ve got to get off at the next stop, but it occurred to me that I had nowhere to be and no reason to keep traveling. I got up.
They say keep being loving/ even when your heart is aching/ and the residue of touch/ is not enough to ease the ailing
It’s the season of sadness & I’ve filled my cup/ Trying to be more but I’m never enough
No one felt what he felt/ About the cards he was dealt/ Kept one foot in hell/ ‘Cause life was such a cold spell
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I’m Jacqueline and I’m originally from Western Australia but now I live in Adelaide. I advocate for Australians living with FND, and I hope to return to live poetry performance in the future.
I made this blog because I wanted to share my poems with other people. I’m also working on longer projects, but this website is just for my smaller projects at the moment.
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