A pact with Hades to take away your memories may be the best way to live, but the deal comes with a hidden price.

Between the Rains

She watches the droplets of rain dribble down the window.

The evening shadows conceal me as I watch her, sitting, holding The Record Book. I know what’s about to happen and I swallow the rising bile. Maybe she survived?

After the rain is the time for waiting, a time for those left to remember and to nurture those caught in the rain. I wonder how the others are coping. How many were caught this time?

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A poetic taste of Australian farm life – a life you are born in to comes with responsibility, ignores gender, and it’s not always easy being part of the family business.

Generations

Light stretches across flat land, two arms pushing the sun up from sleep into the drowsy summer sky. Three hundred sheep, ewes with seeded wombs, stab their hooves on the hardened dirt road towards home. Dad and I did the same job yesterday with a different mob.

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Life is super busy for modern business woman Jenny. She doesn’t have time to stop and smell the roses, but when she does Jenny is rewarded with an unexpected gift.

Taking Time

‘You’ve got to slow down and take time to smell the roses.’ Mum’s voice echoed in my head, even though she had passed away over a year ago. I sat in my car drumming my fingers on the steering wheel to the thoughts. I had turned off the radioso I didn’t have to hear once more how hot the day had been. Traffic was bumper to bumper. To try and cool down I had wound down the windows and put the fan on high. But that didn’t help much. The air conditioning in my blue Suzuki was dead.

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The Universe can be a fun place to leave messages of love, creating a game of pursuit between star-crossed lovers, where feelings can unexpectedly change.

Universal Energy

She is having trouble finding me. I had left so many signs for her; decorated the Universe and still I am alone. She even missed the circles in Andromeda.

Oh Olan’ta why do you resist? You know we are destined for each other.

At Jupiter I spent hours commanding the clouds into tessellations, gas swirled in harmony forming the message. Layers of coloured fumes glowed peacefully and spoke of my desires for Olan’ta, told her where to find me; above Earth. And how we would join and give birth to a new energy.

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