Opinion pieces, poetry, articles
I carry within my soul bones the blood of all my grandmothers past. There is nothing but their strength and stories coursing through my veins. I hold their ancestral wisdom deep within my DNA, and it is their power that allows me to communicate with the moon. I write of love and loss, lust and passion, sex and anger, truth and lies. Stories are our medicine, and when I weave a tale of words crafting them into fresh meaning, I am creating ceremony...I am honouring my ancestors - after all, my existence is evidence of their resistance. I am here because of every one of their dreams. My words have always sat in paperbound booklets, away from sunlight, away from judgment, away from earthly eyes...but there comes a time when you must take a step out of the shadows, throw some light on your craft and perhaps someone will feel...feel what you have intended, and wouldn't that be a blessing! So, I am finally giving wings to my words to free the poetic soul of mine - to remove the shackles I have bound to my voice and pen in the hope that they may land upon crimson hearts.
I read your article with much delight. You write So beautifully and lyrically. Have you written a book as I so wanted to keep on reading. Thank you for your beautiful spirit and respect.
Aunty Joy Murphy Wandin AO
HEAD EDITOR: BLAK OUT
I was absolutely honoured to be the Head Editor of the first Blak Out Magazine.