Tag: australian writers
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mute
I sucked in my breath as her words hung in the air…
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Cumulus
They hang together, hustled by the wind, their cartoon-drawn edges belying their tear-stained hues,
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quiver
I am afraid of that which lies inside
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21
He sits in the chair, all arms and legs, hands expressing freefall thoughts;
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whilst drowning…
some days, (whilst drowning), a life boat comes not in some form of saviour,
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slide
i’m sliding out of a skin
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Alice
Now and then, a pocket of time sits within my grasp,
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21st Century Zombie
Homage to the 21st Century Parent.
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twist
“Life is like a box of chocolates…”
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rinse. repeat
my fingers run the script word count front of mind time knocking on the door
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salt
Don’t look back, He said, lest you turn to salt; it’s time to do new things, and forget the old – every day is a new day – His mercies are new every morning…
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threshold
she stands at the door and knocks, the Alice in her wondering at the adventures that lay behind it, her feet twitching in excitement for the slippery dip
Miriam E. Miles 