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Week 2: 8-14 July
A trip back to primary school is what the week 2 quiz offered. I had dug out an old hard-cover from my shelf, its plastic sleeve cracked at the corners: C.J. Dennis, ‘A Book for Kids’ (Angus & Robertson). Inside the front cover, a note: “Bronwyn. With love from Mummy and Daddy. 6th Birthday, 1978.”…
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Back at the ranch
There is a magnetic whiteboard hanging in The Bean Barn. If you’ve not yet seen it, look to your left as you walk in the front door on your next visit. On it you will find dozens of single magnetic words, all in the flavour of the oofice – including those awful weasel words like…
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Week 1: Sun1-Sat 7 July
Crazy stuff. The first submission hit my email inbox on Monday afternoon, one day into the first week. It was all correctly reassembled, correctly titled and poeted (authored?). Three more submissions came in that week, only one of which was incorrect. Not too far wrong – just two lines reversed. And they all knew the…
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The challenge
So. You get to the cafe, put in your order and find a seat. At the Bean Barn, tables lines the left-hand side of the building. Small, cosy. On the table you see a tiny china tea-cup and saucer. In it are a couple of mini pencils, a brown paper bag and, held in a…
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Weekly doses of poetry
Despite the loud sniggering that poetry often elicits (is that an Australian thing, or do I just talk about it in the wrong company?), if I were the betting kind I would wager that most of us can recall some snippet of poetry. Whether that is reluctantly or willingly is irrelevant. We can. My theory…
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Onward blogger
Blog commenced Saturday 30 June 2012 in my head. Clearly a result of over-stimulation from Day 1 of my residency at The Bean Barn, Ballarat Victoria. A word of thanks to Australian Poetry‘s Cafe Poet Program for the residency – four months of dedicated poetry time. Bliss. So in the first week of the residency,…
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Hello world!
In a desperate bid to quarantine some time for writing, I applied to be a Cafe Poet with Australian Poetry and take part in a poetry residency. Who’d have thought I’d get one. Enter blog.
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