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19 on the Mean Streets (a forgiveness poem)
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Creative tip: write your journals in verse!!!
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This type of writing doesn't feel like work. It feels like something between necessity and reward. If I was a bird I guess I'd sing.
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Sharing and exchanging from our respective kete mātauranga? Yes! Let's do that.
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But I love that it was Love, not fear, that wrested you free in the end.
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Lois realises in her list of delights, there are no mundane tasks. Is she lazy? Possibly. Probably. She is surrounded by people who excel at the domestic. Lois prefers to document the domestic.
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When my puku is churning it usually means I have to.
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A weird and short parable.
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Years ago, Lois used to argue with John in actual cafes. They would meet and he would have a long black and her and oat milk flattie. Sometimes they ate (him lasagne with side salad, her a scone which she'd barely touch).
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"To get to a place where you could love anything you chose — not to need permission for desire — well now, that was freedom." - Toni Morrison
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I think we all instinctively know that the ethics of witnessing on social media is barbed, but I suspect a lot of us don't talk about it because there isn't an easy language for it.
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The ones who walk away in Le Guin’s 1973 dystopian short story are those who refuse to accept that the price of their own freedom is the denial and violent suppression of someone else’s. But walk away to do what? To go where?