The Letters...

Dear Nicla (Rose),  What if I told you I was once Mozart or that Dvorak was immortal? What if I told you Mary Pickford was reborn into a new body with each new generation? What If I told you The Titanic wasn’t written by James Cameron and the music wasn’t written by James Horner either? Would you believe me? What if I told you “Someone that I used to Know” was a joke between two lovers who sent music to one another on cassette tapes about a man with a Goatee and a woman called Kim wearing a bra (Kimbra). What if I told you the man who came on stage at the Arias all about that kind of plagiarism was telling the truth?  Which parts would you believe? What if I told you Wolfgang Amadeus was an adopted woman with a twin brother who dressed as a girl and was captured by the elite to make even more money in a situation of child slave labour? What If I told you I died and came alive again or gave birth like an alien from my mouth breaking every bone in my face? It’s unlikely right? What

Dear Little Girl, I wrote you a letter. I wrote two. One to send and one to keep. That’s in case they don’t give it to you. Today I went to the movies to see ET. My dad brought me to it. My dad carried me out of the theatre because I was crying too much. If they never give you this letter one day I might be able to find you and give it to you. If I had lights in my fingers it might look pretty. Do you like lights? I like lights. I like colourful lights. I like the stars. You were my friend at kinda. Do you remember it? I do. Do you forget? Do you remember too? You came to my birthday party and you gave me strawberry hair bobbles. Guess what? I wear them on the weekends every day. At my school you cant wear strawberry hair bobbles coz it’s not school colors. Do you remember? Do you forget? I did your hair in the kinda corner with bits of wool in bows. Do you remember when you came to my house for my party in a purple tshirt with an elephant on the front. You looked good but we de

Dear Nixie, I’ve heard of your self- help column and wondered if you might take a few moments away from a hectic schedule to offer me some words of wisdom and clairvoyance . I love carrots, cuddles and good times at night ie a good roll in the hay oh and the occasional pellet party never does go astray.   I’m from a very large family and have ties to royalty. I love fashion, dating apps and fine dining (though always vegan). I have a low centre of gravity, wear fur   and often dream about freedom. Could wear Gucci if sponsored. I need some help with celebrities as I wish to become a star. A big star. A very big star. There’s only one problem….. Can I trust you with my heart? Yours Truly, Fabio Dear Fabio, Spit it all out darling. That’s what I’m here for. A life lived in fear is a life lived. Everyone feels afraid in one way or another. Bravery is overblown you see. What I’m more interested in is the truth. Many people are afraid and they still manage to keep b

Dear Gulliver, I happened to catch you on the Television set. I was eating dinner. I happen to always watch Q and A on on Monday evening on the ABC after finishing up for the night late with a group of actors I work with who have an intellectual disability. I don’t watch much T.V these days but Mondays are a Television night for me. Usually this is because I need some time out to be a passive kind of traveller, not like Gulliver on a grand adventure but more as a voyeur into a reflection of how people are interpreting their current realty. When I heard you talking about drug testing I realised todays reality is not the much different, on one level, as it was when I was your age back in the old University days. I remember sitting with boys your age from time to time and having the age old discussion about drugs and concerts and the so called delights of a cookie packed full of euphoria. I remember being asked to a cast party after a great time making a piece of theatre in an outdoo