Last week a friend died who fought for me. This poem is all I have to give. I hope you will take a moment to pray for Miranda. ... Read more

This poem is a quick response to the horror that is the rubbish flowing out to sea. The inspiration for this poem came about during a walk at J.C. Slaughter Falls. I hope it gets you going to make a change for the oceans. ... Read more

​ Going to Moreton Island was scary because we only have a little car. The packing up to go camping took a long time and everyday it got closer to going I could tell Dad was worrying about the way the car would cope. ... Read more

Have you heard the story of the girl called Dorothy, who gets taken away on a tornado? The story is about enslavement and what can happen if you follow wicked people. ... Read more

This is a song I wrote with my music teacher Sarah. It is a song about love and how it can go silent if you are not fragile to it. ... Read more

I think music is the greatest endeavour there is because you understand it without having to think it. Unthinking is the moment when your body is experiencing sound but your mind is at rest. The joy of music is the unthinking together we get when dancing and singing to sound. ... Read more

‘Real’ life is a wry smile. If you could see the truth in life then there would be no need to call it real. This is why I call the story today the ‘real life of Piccinini’. She takes life and wryly gives it reality; the wryness to our life. ... Read more

The real error is to treat human speciality as a gift. True heroes become super through doing their upmost to achieve incredible feats of skill. The super heroes we watch on TV are easy winners. Their strength is achieved totally without struggle. ... Read more

I live in a haunted house. Some evenings I have a ghost in my room. The ghost wakes me up by tickling my feet in the early hours of the morning. Feelings get muddled up because I should be scared with a woman walking up and down the hallway. ... Read more