Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl… Read More Date A Girl Who Reads…
This week is International Endometriosis Week, an issue very close to my heart. Well, actually it’s an issue close to my ovaries, fallopian tubes, uterus, bowel, kidneys and, according to the surgeon’s report, my Pouch of Douglas – whatever the hell that is. For 13 years I was left to suffer the debilitating symptoms of… Read More International Endometriosis Week
Dear Meryl, I managed to fancy you when you were dressed like Julia Child, a nun, all your characters in Angels in America (that was pretty tough on me honey, good thing you were great in it), the bad mullet in Silkwood, the whole Music of the Heart era, and that ugly POW moment in… Read More Dear Meryl
“I thought you said you’d never done this before.” You shrug. “I haven’t.” Yeah, perhaps. I feel sweat run from between my breasts, down my side, under my back. I shift onto my stomach and you try to look shy. “You seem to know your way around a woman’s body pretty well.” “And you said… Read More You
“Well that’s that then!”“What do you mean?”“It’s over.”“What is?”“We are.”“Who are?”“Me and her.”“What?”“Yep.”“I don’t understand.”“Me either.”“But why?”“I don’t know.”“What happened?”“Dunno.”“Jesus!”“Yep.”
Well, it is about time. For someone who calls themself a ‘writer’ I have been rather inactive in the writing department of late. I could blame life, and work causing me to be already brain-dead by the time I sit at my computer. I could even blame Facebook, or iTunes for that matter, for wasting… Read More It’s About Time
Fifteen scribbled pagesAnd still I can’t explainWhat she means to me She is at once too muchAnd not enoughOf a presence in my life Too much because I worryThere’ll be nothing left once she’s finishedGiving herself away Yet not enough because I can’tImagine a timeWhen I won’t need her For ten thousand nine hundred and… Read More Maggie
METAPHORS FROM STUDENT ESSAYS 1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. 2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer. 3. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way… Read More TRULY AWFUL METAPHORS!
When evaluating the statement that “Australia is a Sexist Society”, initial images are of placard waving women marching on Parliament House, Germaine Greer espousing her views in The Female Eunuch, and business women bemoaning the existence of the glass ceiling. These images are real, and absolutely justifiable, however after 40 years of the feminist movement… Read More Boystown
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