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About Me

through the underbelly of sexual tension in the November heat, honesty peels off as the humidity rises. these moments beg for stories. all of them are true. ...
Kelly-lee Hickey is a Darwin born writer, curator, performer and community artist. She has performed at festivals and spoken word events across Australia including Adelaide Fringe, Wordstorm, NYWF, Overload and the Emerging Writers Festival. Her work has been published in Voiceworks, Noise anthogies and in two Paroxysm Press anthologies. She has had her work commissioned by SBS and been broadcast on Triple J, Radio National and a whole swag of community and local radio. She has curated spoken word and literary events across Australia. She was co-director of NYWF, Australias largest emerging writers festival, in 2006 and 2007. She has worked in community arts organisations with women and youth in both Darwin and Melbourne. She has recently completed her Ba Community Development and is currently co-director of the Darwin Fringe Festival.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 11/12/2006
Band Website: darwinfringe.com.au
Band Members: Partners in CrimeSOUND: Evil Jed, Jezzabel Speilman, Blood Red Bird, The Waiter, Dr Mike, Snapsuit, The Leon De Bruen Quintet, Flukendorf, Tammy Benitez, The NeoVISUAL ARTISTS: Larissa Gadza, Chayni Henry, Cherie Kummer, Anna Forsyth, Corrine Toune, Franck Gohier
Influences: airports, whiskey. patti smith, leonard cohen, tom waites, public transport, speargrass, bushfires, stagnation, stained underwear, dorthy parker, d.a. levy, paul kelly, paperbark swamps, brawling bogans, highways, white trash, fatigue, wetlands, goose blood, caravans, monsoonal storms,blood noses, self absorbtion, confusion, mangrove swamps, sex in the morning, late night service stations, dislocation, vertigo, henry reynolds
Sounds Like: the most beautiful girl in the world getting a pap smear, a pick up line from your fathers friend
Record Label: Paroxsym Press http://www.paroxysmpress.com
Type of Label: None

My Blog

Cousin

My child hood smellslike pawpaws and mangrovestastes like mildewon asbestos walls Between garden bedsyour father had mowedaround burnt out carswe ate our scabsfor the sake of nutrition Now your temper...
Posted by Kelly-lee on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 12:40:00 PST

Saturday night

Her face was a weaponExperimental polish mashed up with a bundaberg rumShe was finesse and vodka liquered and loaded she was moving man was she movingShe was speaking in cat tonguesrough and excited s...
Posted by Kelly-lee on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 12:37:00 PST

Salmon

That was the day we became salmon supple beings navigating our way home by smell
Posted by Kelly-lee on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 09:49:00 PST

Delete Enter Undo

He asked: Are you strong in this? We sat on his drive way and used words like 'fundamental incompatibility' avoiding collateral damage. I said: I just don't know if it's worth continuing when we don...
Posted by Kelly-lee on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 06:56:00 PST

so passe

flourescence dancing in an empty office wage slave wage slave the chant in my ears my days become facebook applications a new generation I am what I despise my poetry is banal my boss is a...
Posted by Kelly-lee on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 06:00:00 PST

return to sender

there were nights when we couldn't stop speaking suspended in macrame hammocks we were every frangipanni cliche like clouds with morning sickness i am bloated horizons that promise rain ...
Posted by Kelly-lee on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 05:40:00 PST

Homecoming

the afternoon goes rancid I am bloated sweat marks dreaming of dragonflies sculling down whiskies shedding my coat I am spent like next weeks dole cheque I am wasted like government money &nbs...
Posted by Kelly-lee on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 08:54:00 PST

fucking!

We draw lines in the sand and complain when the wind blows them away we are shifting like spanners packed up like housewives with broken noses threatening to take everything but the ki...
Posted by Kelly-lee on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 08:24:00 PST

it makes me sick

in his absence the days grow longer, the sun wakes me earlier, and i have no reason to stay in bed. he is silence wrapped in suspicion. he is deep kisses and catching up on sleep. his body is forests...
Posted by Kelly-lee on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 03:48:00 PST

vertigo

her body becomes a tightrope his feet test her strength she is tension between two points he wants to suspend himself from her torso cartwheel across her limbs he is graceful she does not yield...
Posted by Kelly-lee on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 05:24:00 PST