The dust is grey ...

The dust is grey 
- that dust which spews 
from concrete rent asunder 
like radiation from fission; 

the dust is grey 
- it turns the children’s tears 
to streaks of mud 
on uniformly grey faces.  

The dust is grey 
- the people, too 
both here and there 
with only a splotch 
of red, here and there ...  

 

Copyright © Kayleen White, Wiradjuri and Widjabul-Wiabol woman of the Lost Generations, 2025 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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I am ... ABBD

I ache 
I pain 
I am stiff and slow 

And my knee 
- my knee! 
My knee is ABBD 
- After the Best Before Date  

Copyright © Kayleen White, Wiradjuri and Widjabul-Wiabol woman of the Lost Generations, 2025 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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This way ... is not the way

My habit, 
my way 
my trait
- my survival trait 
was to be alone 

to take the world's abuse 
- unending, unrelenting, ubiquitous abuse 
and be 
unflinching, unyielding, 
unafraid  
then heal - alone  

and now 
now ...  
I stand and stare 
surviving 
... alone

Copyright © Kayleen White, Wiradjuri and Widjabul-Wiabol woman of the Lost Generations, 2025 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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Before and at dawn (photographs)

It is winter in this hemisphere, and I took these photos just before, and just after, dawn, a few days ago.  

 

Copyright © Kayleen White, Wiradjuri and Widjabul-Wiabol woman of the Lost Generations, 2025 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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The Full Moon

I felt her call 
in still of night, 
and out I went 
to see her sail 
- in silver resplendour 
through clouds white and mild
- tho' I knew twas the other way, 
till grey and serious 
behemoths of the sky 
eased her from my view.  

Copyright © Kayleen White, Wiradjuri and Widjabul-Wiabol woman of the Lost Generations, 2025 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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The night cat café

Our new home 
comes with a cat café
- a night cat café
that opens when
the sun goes down
and the people
go to bed,
and all is quiet
- just me, a cat or two,
and the 'roos,
munching steadily
in a grassy lot,
across the road. 

It is a wonderful
night cat café
- a place of love
of head bumps,
and pats, and
tails held high
and the occassional cuddle;
a place of genuine regard
authentic love,
of pure existence
and artless exchange.

Copyright © Kayleen White, Wiradjuri and Widjabul-Wiabol woman of the Lost Generations, 2025 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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The unseen

The world unseen
can be seen by
the sense of unseeing
- clairvoyance,
and the other clairs. 

The physical world unseen
can be seen
by the better part
of the world online.

Copyright © Kayleen White, Wiradjuri and Widjabul-Wiabol woman of the Lost Generations, 2025 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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