NOW.

So now, I have published a couple of poetry collections. I’ve performed all over the gaff. I have been doing this full time for many years and the parameters of my work are pretty diffuse. I don’t solely define as a spoken word artist or poet, though I am of course both of those things. I will not protest should anyone use them, but over the years I have lent my skills to so many mediums: radio, television, charity campaigns, newspaper articles, theatre, music festivals, corporate conferences, workshop facilitation, voice over work, buttoned up literature festivals and raucous punk nights. I have been a writer, mentor, actor, mime artist, burlesque dancer, editor, PR manager, social media strategist, copywriter, secretary and many other roles besides. I see no reason to limit myself to any title that locks me into any pigeonhole.

Simply put, it is my job to tell stories. My pillars are curiosity, honesty and messiness: for me, the stories worth telling are replete with contradictions and conflict. My early work focused a lot on my personal experiences, commenting on race, gender, heritage and colonialism. As long as we live in a racist and sexist world, these themes will always inform my lens on the stories I tell. However, I have broadened my scope beyond the explicitly autobiographical.

Of late, I have written work from the perspective of a crumbling statue, a sentient orb of yolk and an octopus. I am following what intrigues, delights and disturbs me. I am shifting into a different era. What that looks like remains to be seen.