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Tasmania
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The Welfare StateA Chapter by MikeChapter 1 |
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The Cradoc RegimeA Chapter by MikeChapter 2 |
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Blueberry Farmers and Yellow FeverA Chapter by MikeChapter 3 |
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SkinkA Story by TrudiMy entry for the 2002 BBC Wildlife Magazine Nature Writing Awards. I was "Specially Commended." 2001- 2002, I spent six months in Tasmania on a solo.. |
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Getting in the SpiritA Story by TrudiWriting about the trials of getting to Benbecula made me remember my ferry trip on the “Spirit of Tasmania" from Melbourne, Victoria, to Devonpo.. |
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The Pot Belly StoveA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe cabin had sat at the edge of the woods Since Eighteen fifty-two, It still belonged to our family, So I guess that meant me too, .. |
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Impossibly ForgottenA Poem by Brett Hernansemi-completedhalf blown awaycrossword puzzle, encrypted msg,ornamental carousel, languorous long slow afternoonsomething hiddenin the shade, a storm .. |
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The HaircutA Poem by Brett Hernancarnality completelyvoid of meritwhen the end comeshe holds my headthereby when once we were to become foreveronce never to be removeddevoid of respon.. |
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Bus Depot Transit LoungeA Poem by Brett HernanMemories of the construction site lunch break fist fight beneath the feet of the adventurers in the shopping complex at the disembarking point of th.. |
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31. DreamtA Poem by Brett HernanFinally, it was all over the wind pall the caught stillness of the lonely farm house where he slept a night on a dare with only a torch, some where t.. |
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EmptyA Poem by Brett HernanThe empty canvas.The time bomb.Pay crime,In the gentle rain.It should happen to you.It means that to me.Optical octave,to a blind ear.It started in. S.. |
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TheyA Poem by Brett HernanThe terrible people. Terrified, the terror. Terror, at black, falls. Terror in the city. Terror in the crypt. Terror in the haunted house. Terro.. |
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Year 27A Poem by Brett HernanA ghost arrived at the foot of the bed, wearing a 'Death-Share the Experience' T- shirt, way too late. Is your pleasure killing you? Doe.. |
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Orpheus DrunkA Poem by Brett HernanThe first word I ever said was 'fire' and now, up and down I burn and back beyond the mortal bone. 'The rot of ages' selling.. |
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What Did You See?A Poem by Brett HernanWhat was then there left to make you walk into the bright lights? I couldn’t see through the light. The waves falling all over the place,.. |
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The City of Black MarbleA Poem by Brett HernanAn experimental prose poem covering my creative period from 1986 until today, (30 January, 2016). |
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3.15 AM (Earth Time)A Poem by Brett HernanHe, she, they... (repeat then collapse). |
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Reverse ForwardA Poem by Brett HernanCompleted at 12.45am, (Australian Eastern Daylight Time), 16th March, 2016. |
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You Not To AgreeA Poem by Brett HernanYou not to agree, use the ‘service’ to… They, upload, post, email, transmit and otherwise make available content that is unlawfu.. |
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LoweredA Poem by Brett Hernanfabricated vegetation stretching billowing petal material darkness reflected upon water |
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