Category: writing

Books, Interesting Facts, People, Reviews, Thoughts, writing

Black Like Me

Jo Bryant

  It was the summer I turned fourteen that I wandered into a dusty book shop in Maroubra. The shop itself was almost hidden in a small dingy mall. The windows were grimy; a fag hung from the mouth of the shop assistant as she sat on a stool behind the counter. Her eyes were… Continue reading Black Like Me

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Memiors, My Poetry, People, Personal, Poetry, writing

Two-Headed Coin

Jo Bryant

You said you’d love me, till I lay cold in a box of walnut with silver handles; now I turn the electric blanket to two, and keep my socks on at night. You promised to wear your ring with pride, but melted it down for thirty dollars, You wanted to fall asleep inside me; rock… Continue reading Two-Headed Coin

Articles, Blogging, Funny Stuff, Interesting Facts, Thoughts, writing

There’s something about St. Patrick’s Day

Jo Bryant

I’ve been told there a wee bit of Irish in my ancestry. As St. Patrick’s Day nears I have a suspicion that a great many people suddenly develop ancestral ties to the land of the Blarney Stone. It’s on my bucket list – to visit the Emerald Isle and plant a big wet one on… Continue reading There’s something about St. Patrick’s Day

Animals, My Photos, My Poetry, My Small Stones Poetry, Personal, Pets, Poetry, writing

Love

Jo Bryant

she speaks in the way she moves her purr at my touch silences me

Animals, My Photos, My Poetry, My Small Stones Poetry, Pets, Poetry, writing

The Hunt

Jo Bryant

Rounded yellow eyes track movement up a wall, life’s short

Animals, Birds, My Photos, My Poetry, My Small Stones Poetry, New Zealand, Poetry, writing

Tui

Jo Bryant

standing out amongst the dawn chorus a lone Tui takes the solo  

My Poetry, My Small Stones Poetry, Poetry, writing

Notes

Jo Bryant

A new CD, the notes bounce across the carpet.

My Poetry, My Small Stones Poetry, Poetry, writing

Envelope

Jo Bryant

An envelope larger than the rest, familiar scrawl I’m not forgotten

Celebrities, My Poetry, My Small Stones Poetry, Poetry, writing

Rupert

Jo Bryant

  yellowed pages from 1910 his words dislodge perception

My Poetry, Poetry, writing

Requiem for the alien

Jo Bryant

Her brown eyes stare at the Y fork in the road. As he turns the car left, she’s back in the taupe coloured room, looking down past her legs spread wide, a pair of grey eyes staring – the colour of steel – above a white slash of cloth that covered the lower half of… Continue reading Requiem for the alien