On October 8, 2017 In Wrath
Birds of a fighting feather, sticking together. First I see my son’s mate, a vegan, comrade. Then a bestie, nearlifelong friend, greening Melbourne with her smile. Then my teaching team’s lead. Then a friend I haven’t seen since a reunion. One song.
On August 26, 2017 In Wrath
One of 20,000 rallying for yes. Generous invitation, all that hurt, yet arms open to cis-ters. Brides with curly hair on their arms, size fourteen heels. Joy. And an unexpected and appropriate pleasure, feeding the second baby of two long-loving women.
On August 26, 2017 In Wrath
Creating a square of peace in the guts of consumption. Buyers think outside this gentle blockade of Christians and Muslims and Buddhists and Sikhs (these the faiths I’m sure about). Surely a matter of time before the paddocks are reworked into care.
Some give two hours, I give less, yet there despite scaredy-cat excuses. Walking past is hard but people manage. A mum and two little ones duck-run, a manboy chicken-walks. One brochure taken for thirty-plus refusals. It’s hard. To receive is to change.
On March 12, 2017 In Wrath
Compassion 101 under the guidance of activists who speak of love, respect, creativity, nonviolence. Patty Marks from ALV reminds us the killpit has a glass ceiling now (click) and James Aspey sits us down, allows us, animals that we are, to rest.
On March 9, 2017 In Wrath
Emotional address contextualises the work of animal advocates. ‘Solutionaries.’ She thanks those who do not turn away, asking we animals to ‘confront our own complicity’. Finishes with inspiration. Take actions that resonate with what you love most, to give your advocacy longevity.
On January 26, 2017 In Wrath
So much more than survival and so little reparation from the stem of harm. Advice for allies is clear. Turn up, ears open. Listening Day. The language is offered. Generous gifting. Wurundjeri. Wathaurong. Djargurd Wurrung. Girai Wurrung. The places my feet fall.
On January 4, 2017 In Wrath
Truth from storyteller Zable. A vigil is about vigilance. Gathering hearts beating in the name of Faysal. Murdered through ‘callous neglect’. Known as ‘honourable minister’. Killed by a voter-validated refusal to care. Chanting poems: ‘youths stare into the empty sky’ #NotInMyName #BringThemHere
On October 24, 2016 In Wrath
Hordes open to this legend and she pours into us the need to get active. Time for an ‘anti-capitalist party’ before the right to build a radical party is lost. There is no ‘hierarchy of activisms’. Intersectionality is vital. Photo pending: An overstuffed room in the third overflow full of bated breath
On October 15, 2016 In Wrath
A double dialogue day of ten minutes of brilliance after ten minutes of brilliance and more and more until a soaring finish of wine and song. Broken like records, broken like celebratory sods, broken like a skin that has become too tight.