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About sagesomethymes

Daniela is a writer, theatre producer and civic educator. She has had short stories and poetry published in: 'Prayers of a Secular World', Inkerman & Blunt; 'Blue Crow Magazine', Blue Crow Press; 'Knitting and other stories', Margaret River Press and Radio National’s '360 documentaries'. Her debut play, 'Talc', was produced in 2010. Her short play, 'Sicilian Biscotti', was produced for the launch of “Women Power and Culture” at New Theatre in 2011 and shortlisted for the Lane Cove Literary Award in 2015. Her second full length play, 'Friday', was produced by SITCO at the Old Fitzroy Theatre in 2013. 'The Poor Kitchen' was produced in 2016 as part of the Old 505 Theatre’s Fresh Works Season and was published by the Australian Script Centre in 2017 (https://australianplays.org/script/ASC-1836). It was re-staged by Patina Productions at Limelight on Oxford in 2019. She co-wrote 'Shut Up And Drive' with Paul Gilchrist and it was produced at KXT in 2016. 'Seed Bomb' was produced at Old 505 Theatre as part of the FreshWorks Season in 2019 and has been published by the Australian Script Centre (https://australianplays.org/script/ASC-2166). She co-wrote 'Softly Surely' with Paul Gilchrist and it was produced at Flight Path Theatre in 2022. She directed 'Augusta' by Paul Gilchrist for the 2024 Sydney Fringe. She is the co-founder of indie theatre company subtlenuance (www.subtlenuance.com) and has produced over thirty plays. Her published short stories can be read via the Short Stories tab on this blog.

Giving up my car: an experiment

Twelve weeks ago I began an experiment. I gave up my car.  I use the term ‘gave up’ deliberately.  Like giving up sugar or alcohol.  And it’s an experiment, spiritual perhaps, like something you might do for Lent. Or for … Continue reading

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Autumn Equinox

Until 1753 Great Britain celebrated the New Year on March 25 – just after the Spring Equinox of the Northern hemisphere. Equinoxes are the midpoint between solstices, when day and night are equal. In Sydney, we have just had the … Continue reading

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Roger’s Garden

Yesterday, as I sat at my desk in the artist’s studio (okay, at the dining table in my flat) I heard Roger barking, and I knew it was about 3:30pm. Roger lives in a garden of herb and flower beds separated … Continue reading

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At the Farm Gate

On a recent holiday to Victoria’s King Valley I braved the farm gate. As my travelling companion and I drove through the rich agricultural landscape nestled at the foothills of the dramatic Victorian Alps, we commented on the hand made … Continue reading

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Dinner Plain

On the circuit road to Omeo sits the alpine village of Dinner Plain. To get there you start in the pretty little town of Harrietville, at the very foot of the Victorian Alps, and drive along the Great Alpine Road … Continue reading

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Thoughts that go through your head while lying flat on your back

I am lying on the hump in the middle of the futon; it’s softer than the two hollows carved out on either side. Maybe it is time for a new futon. Or a real bed. But I love its Japanese … Continue reading

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On Jars

A Poem Jars are wondrous things. When you wash them, their rounded beauty gleams. And with a rub of eucalyptus oil, they shed their sticky ways; becoming label less and unafraid.

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A Little Christmas Yarn

A very long time ago, on the longest night of the year, or close to it, somewhere in the Middle East, a woman gave birth to a child in a stable. Little did she know what lay ahead for this … Continue reading

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Theatre Cat

In one of my favourite theatres lives a cat called Rochester. On any given Saturday night, you might be standing in the blue bohemian bar sipping a drink before the show, when Rochester will make his first dramatic entrance. He’ll streak in from … Continue reading

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Slow Food

As a kid from a family of Italian migrants, Saturdays were hell. From 9 am to midday, I was sent to Italian language school. This is where, although we could already speak Italian, we learnt how to speak Italian.  Actually, … Continue reading

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