Stories & Poems

In which I try to get all literary on yo asses

Whisper

A pounding in my chest threatens the blessed quiet of the library. A pile of books – with their unfolded story – threatens the quiet of my life.  My face is the whisper of someone, I was told long ago. Ah, so it is. It could well be the shouts and wails, gossips or exclamations of everyone else.  I close a last book. Enough now; I get the picture. It’s […]

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EAT YOUR DINNER

I think I’m going to shout again, Or maybe I will cry, While three annoying little shits, Refuse to eat their pie. I haven’t  baked in any carrot, Or sneaky peas or beans, Forget the goodness, just fill up, Or else I’ll have to scream. No don’t just eat the pastry bits, You have to have some meat, Come on you bogans have a bite, And you might get a […]

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A Million Stories

  Against the red of rising sun, A million stories, more Whisper to bring the years undone, Call back a dreadful underscore. ` Talk to me, I’m listening, Bring anger, tears and shame, Let your toils rise up and sing, Cry pain and shout your names. ` Today our peace is piercing, loud; Our comforts now abrasive As fury builds and sorrow shrouds For what you had to give. ` […]

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PRECIOUS

Remember those late summer days, with the hum Of insects and shimmering heat and that sun That low golden, ‘I’m in love’ sun? Remember the songs we could hear in the trees, The scent of hot grass and the warm salted breeze, That thistledown-wish laden breeze? Remember the lemonade smile on your face, The knowing that we all belong in this place, This dearly-held, storybook place? Remember the stepping of […]

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Colour Me In

Will you colour me in, I feel a bit bland? Could you draw a big smile, Put a flower in my hand? Will you cover the tired You see in my eyes? Put some pink in my cheeks And some blue in my skies? I’d like a striped dress And a large yellow hat A polka dot purse And a fluffy white cat. Oh please colour me in, Your crayons […]

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In My Dreams

I am going to write a book, Design a fashion line, I am going to study French, Create a sparkling wine. I’d really like to buy a horse And learn to figure skate, And oh I’d like to make a frame From bits of broken plate. I am going to learn to surf, And grow a veggie patch, Then I might see how I would do In a boxing match. […]

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I Was Here Once, I Am Here Still.

A story for my children.  Once upon a longtime I lived here in this place. I am small like you. In the forest I played hide and seek with my brothers. On the beach I danced and laughed with my sisters. We squeaked the sand and listened to the music of the sea. By the river and on the rise we sang. Song was our law, our lessons, our boundaries […]

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I Wee’d In The Wilderness

I wee’d in the wilderness, it happened like this: A very long trek, I needed a piss. I felt very shy though I was quite alone, An off-the-track outcrop I chose for my throne. But no dilly-dally for me on the rocks, Or else I’d have wees running down to my socks. So down went my thermals, my knickers to follow And I squatted neatly right over a hollow. When stream […]

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