Author Archives: Kelly Lee Hickey

50 Shades of Grey: on silence and complicity

For weeks I’ve been meaning to write something wholesome and inspiring about community. The last couple of months have been a roller coaster ride; I’ve stretched myself in directions I didn’t know I could reach for, learned from mistakes I … Continue reading

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Another day, another airport. Yet again I’ve managed to pack up my stuff and move towns on 14 days notice; this time I’m heading back to the desert for two months to work on a festival. Driving back from dropping … Continue reading

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Objects in the rearview mirror may be closer than they appear: first drafts from yesteryear and other skeletal remains

It’s funny what you discover cruising the back blocks of your blog; like this little post from back in July about heartache and change, ironically written just before I jumped ship and did my best impression of a drowning woman. … Continue reading

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Electric Dreams: trying to hook a big one in the ocean of online dating

The monsoon had kicked off it’s shoes, turned off it’s phone and settled in for weekend and after finally quitting boozing and smoking I found myself with way too much time on my hands. After years of singling out skinny … Continue reading

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Whats love got to do with it?

It was a mad love affair that spanned three countries, dozens of hotel rooms, hospitals, family dinners and festivals; a mixed bag of intimacy and revelation so heady that even after we finally called it off, the whole experience continues … Continue reading

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Mates Rate: consumerism in the time of scarcity part 2

“If you want something done right, do it yourself” was the rather dogmatic mantra my father would mutter as he slaved over a metal lathe, creating the perfect part that would make his drill rig sing.  It’s a rather isolationist … Continue reading

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Talking Shop: consumerism in the time of scarcity part 1

I almost lost my faith in food last week. On a sweltering Saturday morning I meandered up to my local corner store to buy some bread that would make a perfect breakfast of fried eggs. Living in a town so regional that by … Continue reading

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Dinner in the Devils Arsehole

The day is a devils arsehole; the heat billowing so relentlessly that even the weather forecast on my mobile is reduced to a single tinny soundbite. It begs the question, what does one eat in an arsehole? Schoolboy scatological references … Continue reading

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Hit me Babi One More Time

Anyone who knows me well will be aware of my deep seated belief in the healing powers of swine. Many a bleary eyed morning has found me holed up in the kitchen, tethered to a grease speckled stove and soothing … Continue reading

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