the heart laid bare

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VERBAL PORTRAIT OF A CAT OWNER
Unanswered
Bedtime
the one time
prisoner
iris
adore
delicate
Untitled 10
never him
lockdown
procrastinating
advice to the imaginary man of my hypothetical dreams
the tenth month
purple hearts
vigil
a glossary of terms
a week forever ago
The sixteenth
the curse
Under seige
Beyond the blues
Introspect
Balloon
push
a strange distance
SWIMMING ALWAYS DOWNWARD
A ONCE-FAMILIAR LANDSCAPE
No Apology
the thunder
tinder
critical shortage
the sky we thought we knew
CIRCA SOLEM
almanac
baby
dearest orlando
FIVE MONTHS
A LETTER TO THE UNDESERVING
cactus heart
would we
the fall of giants
paradise lost
Dad
after you've gone
time
a smile from the eyes
trepidation
why so cold
fix this
swallow me
untitled 8
insular
cry alone
robin
quicksand
laces
D.I.S.C.
stripped
waving goodbye
your open eyes
enemy within
mortal
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sleepless
OUTSIDER
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come dream with me
in the face of adversity
one word
the dark of the night
untouchable
one and one makes two
you burn me
see me
this shaken core
my lover
helen
my room
his words
foolish
rita
chalk drawings
the longest night
stupid skeleton
CLOTHES MAKETH
FIRST LASTS
STELLAR
TODAY
I WATCHED A MAN DIE TODAY
THREE WEEKS
this slippery slope
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Arrows
First Kiss
The Talk Of Love
Nicotine
Blackout

Photos by Renee Smith

Thirty-something years ago I discovered my mum's Kodak film camera and had a great time snapping photos of the footpath, our family dog Maxine, blurry trees and the flywire door… Not sure if mum was totally thrilled with the resulting prints, but it marked the beginning of my greatest passion...

Later in life I studied fine arts and took a photography unit, where my love of photography started to grow into what it is today – me forever with a camera in my hand, snapping away at everything. My main interests are portraits, macro and lifestyle shots.

My photography has gotten me through hard times - I went through a severe case of postnatal depression after my son was born, and taking my camera out gave me something else to focus on (pun intended). Unfortunately I have very little memory of my son as a baby, so capturing memories of him now is one of my greatest joys, and I love to help other parents capture moments of their beloveds too.

If you'd like to see more of my work please check me out on facebook or flickr.



Biography

Daughter, sister, aunt, godmother, friend; self-confessed hermit, confirmed cat person, sporadic baker, irreformable yarncrafter, voracious reader; occasional wit, voluble shower vocalist, frequent sacrifice on the altar of brain-to-mouth filter fails, unrepentant purveyor of puns and dad jokes, writer and poet.

I have always lived by the theory that no matter what you do for a living - if you are compelled to write, if you wake up in the night to scrawl the contents of your dreams on a notebook beside the bed, if no event in your life seems complete without you recording it, if you are drawn to comment upon the world - then you are a writer.

These are my words.