All The Colours.

March 19, 2018 Emma Brooker

I spent a lot of my time on my own as a kid so afternoons on my bike, were important to my little head.

Once my sisters had left home, it was my bike and my daydreaming that kept me busy.

Riding bravely, past the line of old green gums on the outskirts of town. Pretending I was on my way to some far off place like Dorothy and Oz.

Back (to the Start).

February 27, 2018 Emma Brooker

So here I am, on a Friday night and it has been a long week at work.
I am sitting on a squeaky stool in a stale bar, contemplating a hole I have snagged in my new black tights, while I subconsciously nod my head in time with the music warbling over the speakers. I feel momentarily, young and free and filled with hope.

Shells.

November 30, 2017 Emma Brooker

Coming from a dusty, flat country town to the beach, meant that everything as we arrived was shiny and intoxicating.

It felt like a different planet.

All of it a hazy, heated mosaic before me.

Holes

June 9, 2017 Emma Brooker

Wonder woman is in cinemas this week.

If only everyone knew I was really Wonder Woman.

I may not look it on the outside, but inside I have grown tall and tough. Powerful.

I can quickly deflect bullets, lasers, and other projectiles with my impenetrable bracelets.

Sure, I still have my weaknesses, holes that sometimes leak.

I poke my fingers at the holes in my sides though, as best I can.

Binary

May 12, 2017 Emma Brooker

1 or zero.

On or Off.

Yes or no.

A muddling mess of dichotomy I seem to have found myself in.

I look around though and see I am not the only one, I’m in good company.

Smiling above the surface while underneath legs burn from treading heavy water.

Sneaky filters hiding it all.

One Perfect Day

April 19, 2017 Emma Brooker

Sometimes, all you can do is run.

You have to.

The trick is, to realise that it is not so much from things but towards ..other things.

The Great Escape

March 31, 2017 Emma Brooker

I have never been one to free fall into addiction.

The hook always skimmed close to my head, but it never

latched.

So many times, when I was battered and weak.

You would think it would be so easy for me to then reach over an uncrossed line for a bottle or pill.

I have known others who had. I always viewed it as such a sad weakness, a flaw. If only I k

Particles

March 18, 2017 Emma Brooker

None of it Matters.

The plastic, the gadgets, the high glossed magazines; the heels with the right brand name, faded out on the soles, from all the running you do to keep in front.

Things obtained to make life easier, dull a pain, stroke an ego.. to make you feel like you mean something while you hurl yourself forward trying, always trying, and all for what..to keep up with Joneses down the road?

It just doesn’t matter.

I think everyone knows that deep down.

I always have. I still want it though. It is in us all, I suppose. A consumer particle added; an evolutionary shift.

Marriage and Hot Sexy Stuff.

March 1, 2017 Emma Brooker

"Please Will," she begged, kissing me again, reaching for my other hand and trying to pull it around her. "I want to be with you so much it's making it hard to breathe".

"It wasn't just a physical attraction between us. It was something more with Hanna, some chemisty in our blood, something between us that snapped and crackled, that made me always want just a little more than I could take. She offered friendship, I wanted her body, She offered her body, I wanted to hijack her thoughts. She offered her thoughts, I wanted her heart".

Our Daughters and Lemonade.

February 24, 2017 Emma Brooker

Lying with eyes wide open, I know every CRACK and every corner of my bedroom ceiling.

Again I am here in the sticky heat awake, frustrated, yearning for what, I don’t quite know.

I am thirsty, but there is never enough water to quench it.

These past few months I have connected with something almost biblical. Very deep inside, it rolls around and around and whilst overwhelming, manages to also feel like a long slow torturous burn.

Essays