Poetry
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Don’t dream it’s over…
Sorry, I know that’s not my line, but it seemed appropriate. Just a small update post, I feel like that’s all I’ve been doing lately, but maybe I’ll get inspired to do some more substantive posts soon. 1: Poetry I recently attended a new poetry workshop/group in Melbourne’s CBD. This group is organised by a…
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Crush
I can raise sixty kilos above me Five times, but cannot raze your weight From my chest. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Heavy, turgid – an Imaginary version of you I cling to like a child desperate To be loved. xxx xxxxxxxxxxx No more tears Will I cry for you. You’re destroying This, whatever it might have been By being an…
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Allusions
Today, my writing group held their all day writing seminar. The second session, on poetry, was a panel moderated by me. It went really very well, the participants were enthusiastic and willing to learn and discuss, the panel members were knowledgeable and the whole thing ran very well. As part of the panel, I asked…
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Write On!
I have no idea why I didn’t think of spruiking this here before today, but I’m going to blame it on having a birthday. On Saturday my local writing group, Boroondara Writers’ Inc., is putting on “Write On!”, a full day of writing workshops/seminars with the launch of the 2013-14 anthology*, “Whichever Way I Lay”…
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First Day of Spring
Ah, first day of Spring, how dreary you are, and how dreary I am in sympathy. Facing forwards and travelling backwards the abyss of reality opening, chasmwise, to me. But a ray of light, over a the Frankenstein place, reminds me that everything is not as it seems that your perfume is strong, vibrant, bursting…
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The Evil Corporate Takeover
Or “The Importance of Paying for It” Today’s prompt it to write about an event that is about to be taken over by an evil corporate, or shut down. Please note that the opening scenario is completely hypothetical – don’t panic! Avid followers of this blog will be aware that I’m in love with…
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The view from here
As it creeps into winter here in the southern hemisphere I find myself fantasising about warm summer breezes. There is a little girl sitting on the bank of a fast flowing river. On her back are the marks of weeks worth of different tan lines across her shoulders and arms. She’s wearing a singlet…
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Stream of consciousness
The last few days have been a bit of an emotional roller coaster for me. I’ve been on two dates which didn’t go anywhere, I’ve resigned from my job, I’ve started the Writing101 challenge, I’ve been to an Emerging Writers’ Festival event about writing the mind and body and that totally blew my mind and…
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Swapping one challenge for another
April was the month of poems, May will be the month of photos. I started the National Poetry Writing Month challenge one day late, but managed to complete the month with 30 new poems under my belt. I’m the first to admit that their quality is not consistent in any way, there were days where…
Fleur Blüm 