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I am an Australian writer of mostly prose, though so far my uploads to Helium have been poems. I have writen two published novels and a screenplay is in pre-production.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Travel: 7 of 72
SANUR BEACHThe Balinese ladies walkwith dignityin the grey dust,bearing Dewi's fruit in silver bowls.Scant in their pale hair,dogs puff up the dustwhere little childrensit nakedand smiling through their bodies.How chilli burns naive tongues!Sir at the hotel needshis Brem Bali refuelled.Sir's stomach criesand the batik shirtpo... More..
Arts & Humanities > Poets & Poetry Why is poetry so hard to define?: 13 of 71
Wordsworth believed that poetry was 'emotion recollected in tranquility'. Other poets might not agree. Tradition tells us that the French national anthem (a poem set to stirring music) was drawn from raw emotion and composed in the heat of revolution.Then there is narrative poetry-from Homer (Greek) to Beowulf (in Anglo Saxon... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hypocrisy: 8 of 33
SUBURBIAWhat secrets are concealedin this becalmed sea,this triple-fronted tranquility?These closed eyelids of Roll-a-Door?What words would all this plastic-all this gyprock-utter?The atmosphere is closewhere aerosols attempt a slickly sweet disguiseand stocks bring dividends-I shall ask this child I seeflitting, retreating; ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Family conflict: 21 of 67
A PAINTINGWhitewaves froth up foam for fishes under the bridge. A fortune I think here in my pocket in these new Lotto numbers.The gulls weave overhead and crybaby picks the sand-covered sausage, picks the grains like moments of life-waste.Cast the line again for flathead or puffer fish. No, Daisy, Nono no more nagging or I'l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Family: 58 of 181
JESSICA, MY DAUGHTERYou call me to marvelas you dangle by your knees,a monkey on your bars.You grin,your face innocently snotty-while I listen to the keening of my soul,which wants to thrust you backto a dark and timeless waiting.You do not know,as you prattle of lollipops,that there are basements in the mindand there is bloo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Longing: 155 of 428
PERSPECTIVES(In memory of John Thorne) IThe night is earned.Each suffering moment of the dayflames at last into the sky.The down quiltssink to soothethe aching flesh of workers.On the hill the cypressesgroan to the tingling fence;and now, quietly,the fox parts soft foliageto begin his journey. IIThe ironbarks stretch sculpted... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dark stories: 306 of 662
CHANGING SHIFTS, 1962 She was only fifty, but she was worn out by all the vomiting and the bleeding and the pain of the cancer within her, and so she died, just as the nurses were changing shifts. The probationer nurse called Peters noticed. The big blue screens were wheeled from the front of the ward and placed around the pa... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heartache: 60 of 124
OLFACTORYThe grass is bright, sweet heresince the rain,and my walking a slow, celebratory danceto no music but wind and air.Suddenly all present is stripped awayby a perfume breezed to me,and I am a longing child,following my father through tall carnations,entering the mysterious forest,with its soft and fragrant leafmouldand... More..
Education > College Courses & Majors Using literary studies in nursing courses: 1 of 1
Nurses, because of the nature of their profession, share some of the most private areas of people's lives, and therefore need to be sensitive to the inner life as well as to the uniqueness of each person. Population changes mean that nurses will encounter clients of different cultural backgrounds and value systems. Literature... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Death of a parent: 11 of 19
NIGHT RIDE TO CHILDHOODThe pills prescribed don't cloy my mind,stabbed to alertness by each pointed jolt.The torment-trainroars past the thundrous trees.The stars stream throughthe sky's indignant indigo;and glaring station lightsand level-crossing bellssmash me to wakefulness and pain.Within the anguished mystery of night,ic... More..