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Three books. One album. Four inspiring women. | thirtyseven
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Three books. One album. Four inspiring women. If you don’t already know these names, I think you should. I am proud to call this talented writer my friend. Among other accolades, the last 18 months has seen Rashida complete her PhD, win the 2016 Magdalena Prize for Feminist Research, and publish her first novel — which was shortlisted for the prestigious Dundee Prize. Rashida’s written words. Shine with the same lyrical beauty as her speaking voice. Watch her recent interview with William Yeoman. In pers...
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January | 2017 | thirtyseven
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Monthly Archives: January 2017. February is prompt month! Your Week 1 prompt. I feel like I’ve been drifting. On this blog, I mean. With the amazing resources already available to (aspiring) writers, I have been wondering if there is any value I can add over and above others’ offerings. And no one really wants to read about the writing learnings of some random person who doesn’t yet have a … Continue reading →. Advance a Fair Australia. The Death Moth from Hell. Do you try to find its heart? She has no m...
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In case you’d like to read/hear pieces of me in other places…. Short stories and poems. 8216;My Father’s Voice at the Weir’ — flash fiction, in. 8216;Open Letter’ — poem, in the. MoTHER [has words…]. 8216;The Very In-Between’ — flash fiction, in the. 8216;Self-analysis on a train’ — poem, in. 8216;Mother’s Milk’ — flash fiction, in. 8216;The cat on the ceiling’ — flash fiction, in the. 8216;Sweet Coffee’ — poem, in. 8216;What Happens in Amsterdam’ — flash fiction, in. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Rigor mortis. | thirtyseven
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I smooth her feathers from neck to wing and wonder if there is a definitive way to tell that a chicken is dead. Do you hold a mirror to its beak? Do you try to find its heart? Death can’t be in the eyes: Eliza’s are partly open when she passes, lines of amber glistening with her life light. In the end, it happens quickly. In the end, I know she is gone because she feels lighter, less warm. Our daughter, my littlest one, is already filling a container with Epsom salts. When I place Eliza in the water, she...
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Hannah | thirtyseven
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He had his tree. So when the cockatoos passed on the gulls’ caws about the orang-utans losing theirs, it didn’t register as more than gossip. The apes lived far across the sea. He didn’t speak their language. He had never seen one in the flesh. They sounded primitive and grotesque, these orange giants — imagined monsters, … Continue reading →. You are an activist. Your Week 4 prompt (last one! Tummy flipping woozles, doozy, dippy as a giddy kid tripping over light beams, clouds; they’re all silvered toda...
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Submission paralysis. | thirtyseven
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In front of me now, I have this piece. I quite like this piece. It is short and it’s right as it is. The magic is in it. I feel it. But I have a condition that stops me from sending it in. It’s possibly not a disease a general practitioner would recognise, diagnose. A psychologist might name it as a fear of rejection, or at least a subtype of said fear. I don’t have a block: I may be inert but I’m not impotent! But sometimes they do. In front of me now, I have this piece. Channelling Kate. →. I should kn...
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Unheard. | thirtyseven
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She has no mouth. She was born without it: it was never there. She has a blank flat of skin where a mouth should be. She feeds through a tube to her stomach, ingesting what others have determined is an ideal diet. She does not speak. Behind the cover of pink-beige-white, she has teeth and a tongue and a soft and a hard palate, and a uvula. She has a larynx. This is what the X-rays show. There’s nothing wrong with her, besides a deficiency of lips, the doctor says. Reacting to the world. You are commentin...
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Your Week 2 prompt. Write a 500-word story (or less), using the prompt: “{A}, a novelist, meets personally in real life a fictitious character from one of his/her stories.” where {A} is the protagonist. [source: Plotto, via Tin House’s blog, The Open Bar, in November 2016] Continue reading →. Bow, humans, to your poultry overlords! February is prompt month! Your Week 1 prompt. Advance a Fair Australia. In August last year, I watched a news program that chilled me. It was yet another pointer, from wit...
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Galavanting Gran | Places and food, gardens and social justice | Page 2
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From Beijing to Istanbul. I Can’t Grow Food. Newer posts →. March 28, 2015 · 12:57 pm. Monument to the Bounty in Papeete. Anyone who reads this blog knows that I have a thing about journeys and I do get caught up into the history of these routes. Continue reading →. Filed under Queen Victoria. March 21, 2015 · 3:07 pm. I am sailing…. Sydney to Southampton 2015. Queen Victoria in Sydney. I know there are quicker ways of going to the UK. Continue reading →. Filed under Queen Victoria. The tyranny of Twitter.
