The Bunyip Man

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The Bunyip Man lives in the creek behind my house,

He lives amongst the reeds and shallows of the creek,

On sunny days you might see him basking on the bank.

The Bunyip Man is much loved,

Though you might be foolish to say so to him.

He hunts the foxes who threaten our chickens

He keeps our creek free of the dreaded carp.

He is the natural protector of all things native.

I have observed him communing with the eagles and the hawks

Smiled as he mimics the kookaburras.

Watched him pet his friend and neighbour the platypus.

My Bunyip Man knows I see him.

I watch him as he watches me,

We share a mutual love and respect,

Our creek is our world.

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Moby Dick

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Hey Vanderbilt, you see anything?

Yes sir, there’s someone in distress.

Where?

Co-ordinates 0001300000

What does that mean?

1 o’clock sir.

Vanderbilt, you idiot that’s the Statue of Liberty.

Oh sorry sir.

Vanderbilt, how did you get this job?

My number came up sir.

Really?

I’m sorry sir.

Now keep your eyes peeled for Moby Dick.

Sir, did you say Moby’s dick?

Vanderbilt, don’t be a smart arse.

Yes sir.

In fact the next dumb arse thing you say I’ll throw you overboard.

I’d rather you didn’t sir.

Why Vanderbilt?

Well there’s a bloody great whale following us.

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Poem 2

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Write me a story

What do you see?

Is it real or make believe?

Every word I write, is from my heart

Every word, crafted for you

I want you on this journey friend

Who knows what port we shall land in?

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Poem 1

 

Poem 1

 

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Can you call me?

Are you game?

It’s not a dare

Believe it or not

I don’t bite

I even smell ok

I’m me

And me is fine.

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My Son Lucas

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When my son was a little boy he did things that were different to his brothers and sisters. He liked to be organised, he liked order, and he liked knowing that things were always going to happen in a pre-determined order.

He would sit on the floor with his toy cars and line them up in a straight line across the room.

If you gave him a pencil and paper he would draw odd shapes on it. After a while he began to illustrate his sheets  with designs that resembled to me the view you got from a plane, you know looking down on the earth from a distance. Each section he would decorate with a separate pattern. So he would end up with sheet of paper covered in a myriad of shapes and within each shape a distinct pattern.

There was never any doubt that he was a different child. At school he studied visual arts and did very well in his end of high school exams. He did far better than he ever thought he would.

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So off to Uni he went to study Fine arts. There he was successful as well. He was involved in the art school gallery; he contributed to many exhibitions with his unique art form.

He worked in the Regional Art Gallery and eventually took the advice of his mentors and moved to Melbourne. In Melbourne he has worked hard to establish himself within the art community.

His work attracts criticism from those who see his art form as exploiting the art form of our indigenous people.

Despite all that criticism his work sells rapidly. Gallery owners argue that his work is very popular and so as they are running businesses they have every right to show his work.

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In recent years he has moved to create embroidery pieces.

These have been very labour intensive, taking him many hours and even more blisters.

This work has attracted a lot of attention; the Newcastle regional gallery has purchased his first quilt.

This first quilt became the clothing design for a range of women’s and men’s fashion by the Rittenhouse label.

The link below will take you to an article and a video of him and his work.

http://thedesignfiles.net/2012/03/lucas-grogan-x-rittenhouse/

So successful has he become that his work can even be found on the humble tea towel. I have one, which I framed; it looks great upon my wall.

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His work has appeared on the front of a trendy café in Melbourne.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBKXR-ZZggI

He even has his work on a dinner plate. Though maybe not everyone’s ideal design for dinnerware.

http://douglasandhope.bigcartel.com/product/lucas-grogan-plate

The second quilt sold the first night it was displayed and his wedding quilt

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is a wonderful piece containing five thousand blue roses.

Over the short course of his life, he will turn 30 next July, he has sold work all round the world. He recently won a contract to supply a public art piece for a new building currently being constructed in Sydney.

To say that I am proud of my son, sometimes is not the word I would use, if there was a better word than pride to express how I feel about his work, I would use it. He has stuck to his belief that art is an evolving process.

He is a genuinely lovely man whom I am very proud to say, will ring his dad with news good and bad, share the moments of success and listen to my counsel when things don’t always work out.

This coming week he is exhibiting in New York.

At Garis and Hahn, 263 Bowery New York.

This is the second time that he has exhibited in New York.

If you are in that part of the world drop by and have a look.

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Prompt 20 Wordle – Worth

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for too long you have been a thorn in my side

your viciousness, has cut me to the quick

as you have pursued me to this end.

when for so long you have been in denial of the idolatry you espouse as real.

the tragedy of your life has been how bereft of humility you are

when with one modicum of mercy you would have alleviated the pharisaical nature of your being,

and maybe have made you lovable

in the translation of life, a person of worth.

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Alastairs Photo Fiction – Cast

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Hey Ralph, you there.

Yes.

I’m sick of this page. I’ve read it 10,000 times.

How do you think I feel, Sid, this sack is not getting any lighter and they put me in this dumb arse hat.

I wouldn’t mind you know if there was another page, or in fact a word.

Well at least we’re relatively safe.  Jenny can’t say anything for fear of going arse overhead off the cloud.

I think she wants to jump Ralph. Can’t make up her mind.

Terrible being indecisive like that.

Poor pet.

As for Jana, she keeps expecting the bus. Says it’s coming any minute now.

She’s on a trip.

Back packer Sid

Misguided?

Yep!

So where to now Ralph?

Well Sid I was thinking of asking young Freya behind me for advice.

Nah Ralph, she’s forever watching the setting sun.

Pity she gives the impression she knows what’s happening.

No mate, cast, likes us.

Oh of course.

I think we’re caught in a vicious cycle Ralph.

Yeah. What’s that chapter about again?

Chapter 23, How to get ahead in life.

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Ligo Haibun – Search

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“Not only the thirsty seek the water,

the water as well seeks the thirsty.” Rumi

We sit dangling our feet in the cold running stream.

The water laps at our toes, caressing yours as you shriek from the cold.

You shiver.

My arm I place around you as you lean into my warmth.

We sit soaking in each other’s presence, we take in our aromas, you stroke my face, the silkiness of your skin thrills me, your hand in mine, our fingers entwined as we playfully splash one foot to the other.

 

Our search has ended,

Contented in each other

We sought we found, peace

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Ligo Haibun – Not Yet

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“If your heart is a volcano,

how shall you expect flowers to bloom?” – Khalil Gibran

I sit and look at the paper. My hand shaking. The news no one wants. Pathology says, there is nothing more to do. My world shatters despite my positive intention to resist the bubbling enemy within.

Momentarily I am stunned into acceptance.   Resolutions form as I question resolve and attitude.

I cannot fight the awaiting eruption but I can shield others from the looming pain.

Flowers will only grow if I not only plant them but also nurture them.

To nurture is to love, to love is be with those who desire nothing else than your presence.

The paper heralds a change but a change the fire never counted on.

My own resolve strengthens; my resilience gathers a momentum nothing will shatter.

fate stares up at me

destiny comes face to face

not yet, not yet, no.

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On Any Day

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Hey

Hey

What are you doing?

Just hanging round.

Can we talk?

Of course.

How long have we been together?

Oh…hmmm…6 weeks.

Yes.

Is something wrong?

No.

Then what’s up?

I want you to know how important you are to me.

I know I’m important to you.

How do you know that? I have not said anything before.

I can tell from the way you look at me.

Really.

Of course.

I wasn’t sure you noticed.

Of course I notice. I notice that you give me your attention when we speak. I notice that you reach out to me when you need to be comforted, I notice that when we go to bed you look so beautiful and you tell me you want me.

And you always do.

Most definitely.

I love that you are always here with me. That you are always present. No matter what my mood. I love that you love me as you do.

It’s not hard. You do make it easy.

Hmmmmm….snuggle with me now.

I thought I was…….I know don’t assume.

Don’t assume, just kiss me and see what I think of that.

 

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