Stories & Poems

In which I try to get all literary on yo asses

HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY

When you’re hanging hubby’s stubbies on the hills hoist and you hear, A distant kookaburra and the call of “Wanna beer?” When the neighbour starts the mower up and Dad says he needs the lav,  And the smell of barbied lamb chops blends with nanna’s berry pav. ~ When your heels crack after having thongs on all the summer long, And down the local pub  you’ll find there’s Ferret, Shaz […]

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SEA SIDE (a poem)

I sit by the ocean I sit by the sea. I’m watching the waves and the waves they watch me. They give and then give; they take and then take. They whisper and ripple, they roar and they quake. What’s in the whisper? What’s in the roar? What makes me stay with my feet on the shore? I don’t mind the sand, I like the gulls’ cry. I love a […]

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I DON’T KNOW

There is so much bad news. I’ve not commented on much of it because frankly I’ve been suffering from a case of can’t-stomach-it-head-in-sandness. I’ve been feeling a bit over-sensitive lately, I’m not totally sure why – overtired? Hormonal? Seasonally Affected (bloody Tassie winters)? Bad news burnout? All of the above? I know – poor me, call the waaaambulance. First world problems. I decided, when I teared up while watching The Bachelor […]

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NATIVE HEN and NAVEL GAZING

I think there’s a lot to be learned from Tasmania’s endemic chookie, the Native Hen (Tribonyx mortierii). They have increased in number around my home in the last year or so, to the point that I see them pretty much every day as they dart across the road near one of our dams. I’ve lived around native hens all my life and I’ve never paid them much thought until one morning […]

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ASHES TO ASHES (A Small Piece of Fiction)

Wendy Prebble felt a waft of rising rebellion in the close air. In the spirit of it, she ignored the waving tomato tendrils and left the stakes in the shed. “Hooray, they’re sick of the sight of you, those poor tomatoes” she could hear Eric say from his chair by the back door. “Shoosh your mouth,” she scolded back. “You’re dead don’t you know.” She stomped toward the house, then […]

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SORRY

I’m sorry for being grumpy. Now I feel all lumpy In my throat with sobs, That heat my eyes and throb, Against my chest I hold, My tongue and I unfold, My arms to you, to mend But too late, you won’t bend. The evening now is ruined, And I see I am fluent, In the secret language Of  ‘tip him off the edge’. ~ Just know that nothing works […]

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7 RANDOM THOUGHTS

Some small and slightly irritating things that have been zinging around in my brain for a while that I just felt like organising and putting to bed. A lot like my children actually. 1) The Country Wave  This is what people do in the country when they drive past you, and they are powerful little gestures. Twice a week I walk 7 km around my district and I see an […]

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My Home Paddock – A Lovesong

  You’re my home paddock, My mug of soup, You’re my warm jamies, My rain on the roof. You’re when an ice cream head ache begins to ease, When you make it to the loo in time to do wees. You’re my silky knickers, My new magazine, You’re my Sunday morning, My perfect fit jeans. I really like sunshine, that first scent of spring, But you are all seasons my […]

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