The Stingray by Miranda Gillespie I go down to the bay in the dark. We meet at the pier; dressed alike in our second skins. The sun begins to come up somewhere behind Arthurs Seat, air-brushing the sky turquoise. We shiver and wrap our bare arms around ourselves...
Secret Keeper by Danielle Burns And Yes, I am the housekeeper. Chief cook and bottle washer – that’s me too. We all know I live to do laundry! And while we’re at it – any gardening, tidying, cleaning or shopping that needs to be done hey, I’m your girl!...
Legacy Lady by Andrea Rowe I am the dust on the mantle, the sepia steely-eyed matron. I am the memory of Committee Presidents, the name on Honour Boards, saluting legends, leaving legacies. The plaque in the park. The bequest to a town. The clipboard ticking Mistress...
Writing woman by Liz Hicklin The voice of a retired widow, with time to indulge in the glories of our Peninsula. I wake every morning to a view of the bay; fishing boats, still on glass, cruise ships leaving, distant view of the You Yang’s, sail boats bobbing in the...
The Guardian by Rebecca Fraser I am a Guardian. Like my mother and her mother, and her mother before;Nurturing, protecting, weavingthe tapestry of family and community with small, tight stitches. I am the keeper of time and secrets and memories; the protector of my...
