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Tuesday, May 03, 2016

SKIN poem

I start each day
putting skin on
this skeleton

then I walk out
into sunshine
or rain, watching
carefully for
nails and rose
thorns, loose
stones on old
steps, low slung
branches and
those metal balls
at the back of cars.

I only have
one skin which
I take off each
night as I drift
into dreams
where skin is
optional ...

Poetry Workshop with JULIE MACLEAN

Note from Secretary:
Some detail added. Places filling fast so get bookings in! Maurice A.
Geelong Writers Poetry Workshop
With Julie Maclean
2.00-4.30 pm Sat May 21
Belmont Library, Geelong
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
As though I had wings’-Mary Oliver
Join award-winning poet Julie Maclean
in this two-hour workshop to explore new ways of using language
and unlocking hidden doors.
Through short writing exercises and prompts be prepared to come away with one draft of a new work, maybe more.
Teacher of Creative Writing, public speaker and mentor, Julie lives on the Surf Coast.
Shortlisted for the prestigious international Crashaw Prize (Salt, UK) and joint winner of the Geoff Stevens Memorial Poetry Prize (IDP, UK) she is the author of When I Saw Jimi’ and ‘Kiss of the Viking’ Poetry Salzburg. A third collection,‘To Have to Follow’ is due in 2016. Her poetry is widely anthologised and appears in Southerly, Overland, Cordite Review, The Age, The Best Australian Poetry (UQP) and Poetry (Chicago).
Cost: $20 Cash payable on the day
N.B. Limit !5 - First 15 to send e-mail booking will get in!

Friday, April 29, 2016

Monday, April 25, 2016

Anzac Day Aussie Rules Match

burke: FOOTY #116
'Hey, he was held on to, ump!' Again
my wife is telling them how to play -
'Ahh, shit! You bloody idiot!'
deep breath. 'Oh, I guess you'll learn ...'

I'm listening to poets read their own works
in one room - 'Oh, bastard, kick straight!
C'mon!' She interrupts William Carlos Williams
to tell me the pot plants in the sun need some water

then turns back to the telly - 'Keep at it! Keep at it!'
Cometti gets excited as the opposition kicks a goal.
'Oh, Jesus! You idiots! Have a go will ya!'
I go to water the plants in the fading sun.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Geelong Memoir Competition DUE 30TH aPRIL

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Reminder: Saturday 30th April Cut-off Date!

Geelong Writers Memoir Competition – 1500 words

DUE – April 30th, 2016.
Email entries to –
PRIZES: 1st Prize $ 100; 2nd Prize $ 80; 3rd Prize $ 60
&  7 Honourable mentions
All stories selected will be offered publication in the 2016 anthology. Some light editing may be applied.
No Entry Fee
However, we do encourage you to be on our mailing list
(follow the link)
  1. Only 1 submission per author.
  2. Memoir writing genre (open theme)
  3. Suitable for any age group e.g. children, young adult, adult.
Guidelines for submission
  • Microsoft Word submission must not have any identifying features apart from the title.
  • Separate attachment for contact details page including email, address and phone number. OPTIONALTO INCLUDE - 120 word Biography. To be published in anthology if selected. Can include links.
Page Layout
Times New Roman; Size 12; Single Spacing
Word Limit
1500 words or as close to as possible. DO NOT GO OVER. You will void your submission. Word count does not include the title.

Monday, April 18, 2016

Wishful Thinking (poem)

'journey of the fallen leaf back to the branch' - Franz Wright

After reading an elegy
which had me in tears
I came across these words.
Somehow they apply.
Maybe when we exit,
we meet our dead
gone before us - leaves
back on the branch. A lot
of maybe in my philosophy
And then the living
catch up with us.
Seems fair. I never met
Franz Wright but I'm
a fan. Maybe it is
wishful thinking. It's
autumn here and the leaves
are multi-coloured
on and off the trees.

- Andrew