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A port­manteau. A treas­ure trove. A time cap­sule. A poetry book. A diary. A photo album. Memor­ies. Dreams. Wishes. Hopes. An open letter to an unsus­pect­ing public. An intim­ate con­fes­sion to close friends. A declar­a­tion of intent. A whis­per of love. A per­sonal record. An exper­i­ment in intro­spec­tion. A per­form­ance space. A polit­ical rant. A wild yawp. Why do any of us pub­lish our words and images online? Come, dream with me.

Got some free time? Need some money?

Are you a uni stu­dent with some spare time on your hands? Have a little brother or sister who is? Reli­able? Styl­ish and know all the right places? Have your own car? Van­guard Media is look­ing for someone to do deliv­ery for our mini-mag once a month. We figure it would…

Speculation…

Chat­ting to hasimir at pixiewitch7’s party the other week, he noted that if the Demo­crats got the US House and then they impeached both Bush and Cheney, the Speaker of the House would be Pres­id­ent. (Thank you, West Wing, for teach­ing us everything we know about…

In times of need, break system

Remem­ber, remem­ber, the 5th of Novem­ber, Gun­powder, treason and plot. I see no reason why gun­powder treason Should ever be forgot.” Read­ing Emma Gold­man quotes with Jack the other night. Real­ised she’d be locked up quicks­mart if she were around today, there’d be…

Squat party

Last night was a fun­draiser for the G20 car­ni­val, held in a newly squat­ted ware­house on the corner of Urquhart and High Streets near where I used to live. It’s funny because I often looked at that place and wondered if it was squat­ted and thought about turn­ing it into…

Waiting

My love, journey2master, is on a plane right now, winging his way into Bris­bane to share his birth­day with green­glow­grrl and then mean­der­ing down here at some point in the next few weeks. It’s a very good thing for him that he will be in Bris­bane for Cup Day; he won’t…

I wonder…

Could the fact that Aus­tralia is still refus­ing to sign Kyoto have any­thing to do with the fact that a cer­tain journ­al­ist is very buddy buddy with cer­tain high-rank­ing mem­bers of the gov­ern­ment [1] and that journ­al­ist recently pub­lished an art­icle claim­ing global…

Un-handfasting

Nine years ago to this day, hawkeye and I were hand­fas­ted in a beau­ti­ful cere­mony in the park near our house in Angel St, New­town in Sydney. We parted a mere three years later but agreed to keep the ties knot­ted and wear each others’ rings until our three times three…

What I haven’t said

Some lovely anonym­ous person decided to hassle me about that poem I posted, saying I’m part of the prob­lem because “women like me” don’t do enough on fem­in­ist issues and that I hadn’t said any­thing in this journal about this moron run­ning around com­par­ing women to…

Phoenix Emberstone

Phoenix Emberstone

pas­sion­ate polit­ical poet

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I am also known as Ro Ber­sten, a com­mu­nic­a­tions spe­cial­ist with more than 20 years’ exper­i­ence. See my CV and pro­fes­sional projects.