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(and why the ocean is salty)
Beneath the calm that rests upon her crest,
The ocean moans. A heavy, heady haze
Sifts water into sky where dark clouds digest,
Ballooning with their load. Toward her dazed,
Convulsing coast they glide; en route to drop
Her juvenile seed on the crust-cracked
And the lip-split: the razor-famined crop
Does rasp in fervent thanks as droplets, sapped
And forced to swallow dust in Mother’s mind,
Evaporate. Beneath a blood-muck moon
She surges inland desperately, to find
Her stolen, kamikaze drilled monsoon.
Come morning though, the moon – with hope – disappears;
The ocean cries an abandoned mother’s tears.
Anonymous is an arts graduate and contributor to
Adelaide’s creative sphere who enjoys (among many things)
smiling into empty coffee cups, fritz and sauce sandwiches,
good ideas and metered poetry.
Readers’ original and unpublished poems up to 30 lines
can be emailed, with postal address, to
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be awarded to each contributor.
Compiled by John Miles
Love the Hurt
AN AIR of enigma and a vague
feeling of disquiet permeate
this new collection of eight
short stories by Adelaide
writer Robert Horne. Each is
like a snapshot of a life both
ordinary and extraordinary
– which may sound
contradictory, but is perhaps
what all our lives are like if we
bother to look closely enough.
Ginninderra Press, $18.50
The fine line between
fiction and memoir
VISITING New York author Robin Hemley will conduct
a non-fiction master-class and evening reading at the SA
Writers’ Centre this Sunday.
The full-day master-class is designed for students and
writers with some experience, especially people already
working on a non-fiction or memoir project, and will
“examine the blurred line between fiction and memoir and
delve into the fraught area of telling other people’s secrets”.
At the Writers’ Centre inaugural “An Evening In” event on
Sunday night, Henley, the former director of the Non-fiction
Writing Program at the University of Iowa and author of 10
books, will read from his memoir Nola: A Memoir of Faith,
Art, and Madness.
More details are available on the centre’s website.
The opening tale, Cassie
Flies Home, begins with a
girl in conversation with her
family’s red car. There’s clearly
something a little different
about Cassie, but as she makes
perfectly clear, she has no
wish to be “normal” like other
girls. Single-minded and
Love the Hurt
There were sharp, sudden screeching sounds: a car horn honked hard and
brakes were so close it made Cassie’s eyes open wide with the electricity that
surged through her. Up, up, up she felt her heart soaring. Then a crashing
thump and another tinkle of glass and she hit the headrest of the driver ’s seat
hard with the back of her head. She could see another car stopped right in the
middle of the road, it had swerved so that its back was pointing towards the
front gate of the house opposite and the driver was facing towards her, what
a funny thing to do. And the look on his face, as if he’d put money in a slot
machine and a dolphin had popped out. Cassie began to laugh. She laughed
and laughed and couldn’t stop.
There was the smell of burning rubber, and of petrol spilt on the hot road.
The characters in this collection are often dislocated, outsiders looking for something
more from their experience – some finding it, some learning from it, some losing
it. The stories are blackly humorous, twisting the reader towards an offbeat kind of
compassion that lives in the heart for days.
‘I now see why I like your stories so much: they do a Brechtian thing – that is, they
resist sentimentality and faux romanticism by stripping away much of the artifice
we construct to create stories about ourselves and others. They are unsettling and
“defamiliarising” as was Brecht’s way, so as to expose the power relationships
without the flab.’
Phillip Edmonds, Wet Ink Magazine
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