About Lisa D'Onofrio

donofriodiva@hotmail.com

Collections:
Looking for an Echo — Lilliput Press 1994
Blowing out the Candle to St Jack — Lilliput Press 1996
Greatest Hits — Lilliput Press 2003

My work has appeared in many magazines, anthologies and journals, both print and online in Australia and the UK.
I have written two plays which have toured around Victoria, Australia, and associate produced a documentary Pluck Me, for ScreenEast in 2002.
I have made several TV appearances both in Australia and the UK, including being commissioned by About Anglia to write and perform a poem.
I have supported John Cooper Clarke and Benjamin Zephaniah, read at various literary festivals including Glastonbury Festival and on national radio.
I have received many grants including two Arts’ Council Year of the Artist Grants in 2000.
My work is informed by issues of identity and displacement, gender and domesticity.
I have recently returned to Melbourne after 17 years in England, working in schools and with community groups teaching creative writing and facilitating literature projects. I am a literature activist and literacy advocate, and am currently directing the Castlemaine Children’s Literature Festival as well as running a literacy project for St Luke's. I have recently perfomed in Poetry Idol for the Melbourne Writers Festival.

The Witch at No 66

Posted by Lisa D'Onofrio on 2 December 2004 at 10:53 in Poetry

Tags: witch

With each skinning she gave
I grew larger
(milk, and pancakes, glistening sweets)
padding myself
from the inside out
I tried not to question
why smoothing scraps of wood, in his shed
was more important than noticing

A path out of the darkness came with a boy –
and a girl – cooked for 9 months, their father
(Milk, and pancakes, glistening sweets)
pressed to breadcrumbs under my bulk –
I raised them into wholeness,
glazing them with spittle
(milk, and pancakes, glistening sweets)
still getting bigger
I’d have bent over backwards for trying,
but I could hardly make it up the stairs.

I realised, too late
how they struggled for air,
under my weighty gaze.

In the long afternoons,
when the sun melts the road into stickiness
I hear other people’s children playing
daring each other to knock at my door.

Lisa D'Onofrio

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Relationship in 8 syllables

Posted by Lisa D'Onofrio on 2 December 2004 at 10:50 in Poetry

Tags: relationship

biscuit crumbs
the bed
between us

Lisa D'Onofrio

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