The Musings of Maxim; Edit-err By Kathryn I’ve spotted my stakes and dotted my tees, crossed my eyes and queued my peas. I’ve cut and confuddled confounding clichés but I’m dashed if I know how to turn a phrase.
by Kathryn, coastal, country, city-scapes, bustle-busy … quiet escapes – Gladstone region offers more; tourists welcome to explore
The Agonies of poetry by Michael ‘Poetry’ this month is the name of the game, But rhyming of words is a chore. I may find two words that sound just the same, And stretch my old brain finding more. But who would talk in this funny old way, And what girl would wait … [Read more…]
One two three, By Claire He sits. The machine is old and manual but accurate and unforgiving. He recalls the training processes and works as he was taught. Carefully place the large eyelet in the pressing die, take a tag, position it under the eyelet, hold the tag with both hands, press the pedal, clunk. … [Read more…]
Dirty Poetry by Teresa Dirty Poetry His whole life is surrounded with numbers. Measuring, calculating, and solving problems. In a massive hole in Central Queensland, the coal mine called Goonyella Riverside, Trent Chambers breathes in every tiny angle along a fifty metre pit wall. His work is an assembly of small measurements adding … [Read more…]