To Write, or Not to Write (Ethically)? Like most writers, the idea of not writing fills me with more anxiety than the act of writing itself. Storytelling is so hardwired in me – as a tool of expression, learning and mental okayness – without it, I wouldn’t know how to get along in this life. […]
some thoughts on writing and suicide
some thoughts on writing and suicide A great Australian writer and thinker died this week. I won’t mention them by name, as I don’t want to piggyback on their reputation or intrude upon the deep circles of grief they have left behind. I have guessed, however, that they died by suicide. Every time I hear […]
Rats, Lovely Rats
Rats, Lovely Rats I can’t think of the Irish diaspora without thinking of rats – rats scurrying onto ships, scurrying over each other to get away from the places and people that had rendered their lives worthless. Economic migrants, to be sure. Colonists, undoubtedly. But economic migration can be as much a matter of life […]
GOOD KIDNEY FRIEND
GOOD KIDNEY FRIEND It’s almost seven years since the Kidney Magicians at Westmead Hospital in Sydney took one of my kidneys and transplanted it into my beloved Deano, a plump little bean-shaped bloom. The morning after the deed was done, I was able to shuffle into his room and even through the blear of pain […]
Kim Kelly 