Books
Raven Mother is a compelling hybrid work of memoir, biography, history and politics. It’s is a profoundly personal — and now very timely and historically significant — meditation on mothering and gender, the intergenerational impacts of war upon families, and on the plight of the Palestinians, seen through the lives of one Jewish family. It moves between the past of pre-WW1 Berlin and the present in Australia, Germany, Israel and the Palestinian Territories.
Finished, and finding its way into the right hands.
Stories
Stories of war, mothering, ethics and eros. Forthcoming, underway, under submission.
‘The Neighbour‘— ‘And after the good sex— it was always good because she’d learned how to separate herself from that longing for feeling loved, held, known as herself— she was good at performing herself as the sexy wife/mother/babe, after her orgasm which came quickly with him and which she was always greedy for (she wondered had she wanted to just get it over with?) and then his silent long one, he’d always roll off the bed and pull on his shorts or jeans and leave for a cigarette.’
‘Making Barbie Clean Again’— ‘Her voice was gravelly and warm like honey, smoked meat, and liquor. She had two girls when she moved in next door, seven and nine. They’d play in the paddle pool and on the swing and leave balls and their Barbies out in the rain and the sun. Legs askew, hair splayed out, half-dressed. I’d look out from our deck and want to rescue them. Straighten the dolls’ limbs, smooth their hair down, straighten the skirt or the shorts.’
Essays
With MICHELLE HAMADACHE.
Forthcoming in AXON Journal, 2024.1: Translate|Transform|Transdiscipline: Collaborative Practice across Divide
‘Writing on Ice: An ecofeminist conversation on Ursula K. Le Guin’s ‘Sur’ and the fate of Antarctica‘ —’Reading the story, we occupied two literary spaces; the space of the text’s snow-bound, ice-sheeted Antarctic, and our virtual collaboration via zoom. The weather in the story was unrelentingly cold, while we conversed through a range of seasons, from a house in the northern beaches of Sydney and another house in the inner west. Each of our conversations opened with one or other of us sharing a new discovery about the Antarctic’s geology, the rapid melts taking place, and facts of the expeditions of Roald Amundsen, Robert Scott, and Ernest Shackleton. We mapped the concurrences and divergences between the short story and the real history. We soon found ourselves referring to Le Guin familiarly as ‘Ursula’. Drawing her into our circle, as a feminist, writer and ecocritic.’