by Peninsula Writers' Club | Past Writers in Residence
‘My Life With Agatha’ By Sue Brown There were many book cases in my childhood home, one of which I brought to Australia when Mother died. It’s a fine piece of furniture—solid oak, presented to my grandfather on his retirement by his grateful parishioners....
by Peninsula Writers' Club | Past Writers in Residence
‘Bob Marple P.I.’ By Sue Brown I live on the Mornington Peninsula down the bottom bit where, after hundreds of years of shifting sea, the dunes have been reclaimed as a golf course. I could wax lyrical about the meandering Moonah trees, whose undisciplined...
by Peninsula Writers' Club | Past Writers in Residence
‘What the Night Snow Knows’ By Wendi Bradshaw As far as I could tell she was part of the furniture, the infrastructure of the place. Ancient she seemed then – probably no more than 45 years old, to my reckoning from now. Although, the few wisps of soft...
by Peninsula Writers' Club | Past Writers in Residence
‘Lady in Yellow’ By Wendi Bradshaw ‘Lady in Yellow’ by Wendi Bradshaw For Liz Hicklin, Poet and Writer They met within the cool bright dawn of youth, souls aligned, attracted. The rich history of literary words and history, literally, lyrically...
by Peninsula Writers' Club | Past Writers in Residence
‘The Facts of the Cat Nap – In a Map. A Prose Poem.’ By Wendi Bradshaw Imagine here a map: made of two sleeping cats. Napping, resting, cleaning up their act. (A gentle paws here please, for preliminary dramatic effect) Very few of all cat loving folk...
