Writer Contributions from 2007

Wind

There is a 10 by 8 black and white photo of me on the wall of the headquarters of the local emergency unit. It shows me hauling on a heavy electric cable hanging from a power pole. It is a night time shot and the road is wet. In the background you can see a couple of...

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A Genetically Modified Poem

God gazed down on Earth at crops in the ground, Vast fields with one species, no birds, beasts around: "Mankind is meddling with my creation, Blending genes from seeds with no relation To wheat, corn or rye grains that I gave To the world, to make bread, with seeds to...

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Night closes in

Night closes in robbing the trees of their names, becoming a mass of grey-green shapes, clusters and clumps of them, irregularly shaped like clouds, but darker than the clouds which still reflect the sun's watery setting. Five minutes later, both trees and clouds have...

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The Itch

Ian was a nondescript sort of bloke. Medium height, medium build, medium colouring, mediocre. At school he never won a prize, a race, a second glance. He lived in a small country town with small horizons and smaller potential. He had a job at the local concrete block...

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The Rain

The rain falls relentlessly. The rain has no say in its falling, and it has no feelings - it is people who give it emotions. It is said to be black rain, or muddy, moist or mouldy; it can be the pattering of prosperity, of growth, renewal and plenty. It can be the...

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Knots in May

One of the reasons for our trip to England last May was to attend the 25th anniversary meeting of the International Guild of Knot Tyers. It was to be held in Fareham, an old town in Hampshire, halfway between Portsmouth and Southampton. On the way, we had a stopover...

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Camp Fires

The modern bushwalkers, with their dinky little stoves, miss all the atavistic pleasures of the campfire. Sure they can crawl into their space age tents, ignite the meth or gas or hexamine and have a brew within minutes and a hot meal in just a few more. But what...

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Mid Fifties in 2000

I have lived through bra-less days, Burning the Berlei, feeding a babe From an unsupported breast, All of this egged on by a female eunuch, One embittered woman with her own agenda To free woman, or was it to destroy man; Men, to whom she could not relate, Or know...

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Dandy Lion

It's a long time since I saw Dandy Lion. We were friends. Once. But we were young then, carefree and in love. As much as teenagers ever are. She was Danielle Lion, but a nickname like Dandy was too delicious for lively friends to miss. Her ancestors were French; there...

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Driving – the old and the young

She'd seen some sixty summers and now sat waiting - for the doctor. Across the room, a good-looking confident young man, hardly 20 she guessed. He was flicking through a motor magazine. "You're into fast cars?" She chanced he'd respond. "Oh yeh," he said, looking up....

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Tell Me

Tell me about the trees I've grown to love; their leaves, their trunks, and canopies above; the oaks and ashes, lime and yew; those English giants once I knew from childhood days, such memories; the beauty of those splendid trees. Tell me about the wood I used when I...

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People and houses in their later years

I have come to the conclusion that older people and older houses, have a great deal in common. As I have grown older, there have been increasing numbers of visits to the GP and occasional to see Medical Specialists. A General Practitioner is to the human form as a...

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In the blink of an eye

If at the end of a long weary day. You escape to the garden for a few precious moments, Moments of peace that the day wouldn't spare, Its demands never ending, as time slips away, With your body aching, your mind in disarray You collapse in the comfort of the old...

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Where the Wind Comes From

A little boy sat watching the leaves being swirled in the air by a Dust Devil when his Grandfather came and sat beside him. "You look very thoughtful, what are you thinking about?", asked the old man. "Where does the wind come from, granpa?"said the boy, squinting to...

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The Criminal Mind

For many years he had been searching for some deeper meaning to his life and just five years ago he found it. Arnold knew that date ever so well, for it was exactly half way through his 10-year gaol term for a failed bank hold-up and a foiled forgery. His...

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Survivor — (100 word stories)

Spaceman The two spaceships floated airlock to airlock, two metres apart. Arnold stepped from his cumbersome spacesuit and stood naked in the airlock of his craft. He opened the door and all air fled into the void. Arnold leapt lightly across the gap toward the open...

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Summertime

Sydney in Summertime, humid and hot, The pace of life slackens, an occasional smile Flickers from a stranger - Warm weather makes people friendly! Cooling fans run amuck, As women in layers of silk and synthetic, Speak of 'escape to the coast, to the beach' - The...

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