In memory of Anne McDonald
the eyes in which I saw your mood
the corners of your mouth which spoke one or the other
the laughter grin without the laugh
the repertoire of noises and their musicality
you were in there somewhere between letter boards and i-pads
somewhere between the table banter and my tics
between ice-cream and pills
somewhere between pears, Kahlua and chocolates.
across a dinner table
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When I was a homeless girl
I had yellow teeth with holes,
Big enough to fall through.
Twenty six years of antibiotics
written on my enamel. Read the rest of this entry »
Grizzle, grizzle, grizzle grump.
Sore throat you woke me like a broken record.
“But you sounded so good…”.
And I remember myself like a poster glossy and shiny
shredded overnight in my interrupted dreams.
We’ll fingers crossed, hey?
We’ll hope like hell.
‘Cause Jesus ain’t waiting in the sunlight with fairy dust.
and positive thinking won’t buy me a Mercedes
(or an immune system).
Click your heels Dorothy.
Hope ’til your nipples fall off. Read the rest of this entry »
Three years ago I began an interactive poetry challenge on my blog. It involved the public sending me 1-2 word titles and I had to send back a poem to each title within 48 hours.
Ranging from surreal, to grungy, from romantic, to funny, from political to symbolic and everywhere in between, the poems were as diverse as the titles sent in. I gathered them into a collection called Weirdos Like Me. It’s a collection of poetry, art and surrealism. Amidst the poetry are also song lyrics to songs by Donna And The Aspinauts with whom I am the lead singer and main singer-songwriter. Read the rest of this entry »
Oh Valentine, forgive me not.
Was it whilst I blinked, you stole my heart?
A potted plant, upon my porch.
It sits in bloom, for now. Read the rest of this entry »
This week, I released my new book, Weirdos Like Me. It’s a collection of art, poetry and surrealism. And, so, dedicated to all of you living with snow up to your eyeballs, here’s one of the works from the book, entitled SNOW.
Confetti soft, it fell, calling me, the girl from a land of sun.
From the window it took my heart.
My feet ran me down the stairs.
I turned, music box dancer in a world of falling sky
And I knew snow. Read the rest of this entry »
Some of you may remember the Autie Christmas Poem I did on YouTube a few years ago
Well, it got turned into a song called “Merry Christmas” over on
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Win Win by Donna Williams 09
Compete, compete, I watch my feet, I watch my back, I watch the cracks.
Delete, delete, me from your Facebook, behind the curtain, steal my jacks. Read the rest of this entry »
Donna and The Aspinauts have an adult version of the Barbie song, but I’ve reworked the lyrics for a kids version. Enjoy Read the rest of this entry »
Footsteps of a Nobody is getting a 2nd showing!
Footsteps of a Nobody is a powerful one woman rock-musical from Donna Williams, author of the international bestseller, Nobody Nowhere; Autobiography of an Autistic Girl. Through characterisations, gestural signing, evocative spoken word and song it traces Donna’s pivotal experiences from a meaning deaf, meaning blind feral child to homelessness and life as a domestic prostitute and on to her ultimate fight to claim a place of equality among others.
REVIEWS OF DONNA WILLIAMS’ BOOKS:
THE NEW YORK TIMES: She allows us to understand our own perceptions as never before.
PEOPLE MAGAZINE: By turns fascinating and harrowing…
WEEKEND REVIEW: …evocative, poetic…compelling, shocking, gut-wrenchingly moving…
DAILY TELEGRAPH: Powerful and unique.
THE GLOBE AND MAIL: deserves every superlative a reviewer can muster.
BOOKINGS: 9329 8821