Dear you, Hello. I just contributed to my first LinkedIn article. Weird! Did I plan it? No. Have I thought about contributing to others before? Yes. Would I do it…
How I will poet things is often unknown to me until through my own process I find out. The trick. The one trick that never fails is …
dust jacket, apology and soft ground, visual poetry works by indigo eli, at Part of Things and online
burning silence and blanket silence, visual poetry works by indigo eli, at Pepper St and online
The quiet hours, where time exists outside of time, and the creative brain wakes up to work on something, something that exists, or needs to come into existence in, and perhaps from, the creative dark. contents: thought and poem
conflict resolution advice for artists … In the creative field, pitfalls appear more often than you might think. So what do you do when the ground falls out from under you?
they say Pluto is no longer a planet that it got too big for its boots but …
I thought, when you flew over and asked in earnest if my honey jar was ornamental …
I searched in glaciers and caves to find the yarn to knit over the holes in me…
I didn’t think to … did you? I just held back from just falling in …
poem: learning Auslan. There are so many ways learning Auslan positively impacts my life. This is just a small ‘thank you for sharing your language with me’ kinda poem.
Dear Petal, a reminder that little sanctuaries are possible. Fetch the foot cream, turn on the tunes and contemplate that ever-reaching night sky.
It’s National Road Safety Week in Australia and I find myself watching a quiz show hosted by Paul McDermott. The intersections are gaining on me, but it’s a question about…
Lovingly hand-stitched, little love song is a response to the exhibition theme ‘Swatch’.
Some years ago I wrote little concrete poems for a large, very concrete space. They were turned into street signs and pinned in place. They are still there…
A sphere-like mess of tangled betrayal lies at the base of my spine. A collation of mistrust and misdeeds, those fine strands of spinifex that bind together so easily into…
our breath exchange is paused. lingering …
Today, I’m snuffing red rose petals remembering those times before social media when I would write poems not status updates.
“human you are a cell within the body of the work” (with(in)side) out is a thought-data experiment, invites you to dissect the uncertainties of your own form.
I love … that poetry never truly achieves its original or specific goal, but touches upon another deeply and with no remorse.
an unfortunate account of my first time in publishing If you asked me how I am feeling right now, the answer would be sad but simple: broken. I feel raw…
in this place called mine audio visual poem, indigo eli, 2012 outdoor screening at PLACE 2012, Australian Institute of Architects Take Your Place film competition joint winner, 27+ age category © Indigo…
Performed at the 2011 Australian Poetry Slam National Final in the Sydney Theatre transcript voiceover: The Australian Poetry Slam is a national competition for writers who perform their work. poet: I’m curious…
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