Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
Category: chosen family
2 drive me down to the river
Although you can never stand in the same river twice, you can paddle alongside some good-hearted people.
Trudie Murrell is one of those people. Betsy and I have shared our affection and admiration for Trudie and her work in the past and I have to encourage you to snatch up a copy of her micro-collection (with Vuong Pham) for Brisbane New Voices IV.
We feel so delighted that she might join us, at a time convenient to her and the family of her own, for a little Chosen Family opening words of wisdom. If you’re available too, we would gratefully include you in the chosen people. Let’s make out in the car and accidentally conceive grandchildren. Tickets here.
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We cannot destroy kindred: our chains stretch a little sometimes, but they never break.
— Marquise de Sévigné
