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Today I have to write a sonnet
And since your birthday falls quite soon,
Seeking a subject, I alighted upon it.
But what to say, and to which tune?
To speak my heart with words will always fail
To grasp the wondrous truth: you simply are.
My lens of letters, lines and sounds only veils;
The vision in my mind can't see that far.
It's the anniversary of confessing love
And still there's nothing else that rings as true.
Perhaps I should study the purity thereof
And just say it again: I love you.
Nah, jokes are way better, greatest of all arts.
Happy birthday, you weirdo, fart fart fart.
Hallett Cove by RadishStick
Hallett Cove
This was a very short, but very enjoyable, shoot at Hallett Cove. I had to drive there anyway, so I thought I'd make a trip of it and bring my camera and book along for the ride. My macro lens is out of action until I get a lens cleaner, so these were all taken with a Tamron zoom lens. Great for close-ups, bad for landscapes. Thus I spent most of my time down by the waves looking at the wet sand. I was thrilled with the results, though! Unfortunately, like my Flinders photos, I doubt many of these will get edited. Maybe over the summer holidays, *sigh*.
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Hallett Cove Beach by RadishStick
Hallett Cove Beach
This was a very short, but very enjoyable, shoot at Hallett Cove. I had to drive there anyway, so I thought I'd make a trip of it and bring my camera and book along for the ride. My macro lens is out of action until I get a lens cleaner, so these were all taken with a Tamron zoom lens. Great for close-ups, bad for landscapes. Thus I spent most of my time down by the waves looking at the wet sand. I was thrilled with the results, though! Unfortunately, like my Flinders photos, I doubt many of these will get edited. Maybe over the summer holidays, *sigh*.
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I strode towards my father over simmering gravel on a prickly spring day
He was pulling faces back at me, my contorted cheeks smiled against my will
I didn't ask myself if there'd be another school's out pick-up after this one
To consider endings and lasts was to bring death closer; I brushed over it.
We drove, parked, ate, bought, drove, talked, and came home, peaceful
A frill-neck on the driveway told us this was precisely where we should be.

But what about tomorrow, where then will he be
When the hospital waits to pounce on his last day
And he's gentle on their askings, his thoughts so peaceful
That he concedes to them, whatever they say, what will
Happen to him then? I only want my father, and it
Scares me to watch him fading, I don't get another one.

Hey kiddo, finished your snag? Wannanother one?
My friends tell me just what a woman you'll be
I know they're right, but I wish I could see it
I bet they'll be queuing for your stories one day.
On the way to school in the morning, we will
Talk. Ours are my favourite talks; so peaceful

I wake with the sun, feeling peaceful
Dad is still here, it's alright for one
More day, the sun doesn't care, it will
Keep burning. On the veranda a bee
Twitches its limbs at the light of the day
For its buzzing, sweet ignorance, I envy it.

It's over now, but it
Isn't finished; isn't peaceful.
Will there ever be a day
That concludes without one
Bitter memory? I want to be
Happy again. I hope I will.

Will
it
be
peaceful
one
day?

In many dreams I will go back to our peaceful,
Wild place, and it will fold comfort around me. One
Sense, yet to be rehomed, still yearns for yesterday.

Daily Deviation!!

Journal Entry: Tue Dec 10, 2013, 10:18 PM


I've just returned from the most awesome week in which I saw Muse TWICE, and stood in the FRONT ROW for the first concert, and PHYSICALLY HELD MATT BELLAMY'S RIGHT HAND, and MADE EYE CONTACT with Chris thereby becoming Wolstenpregnant, and SANG DOM HAPPY BIRTHDAY, and what do I find when I check my messages?
HOLY FLIPPIN' SHIT, A DD!!! AND FOR A SHORT STORY, NO LESS!!
This truly is the cherry on top of the Cake of Wonder that has been the last seven days.
A Daily Deviation is something I never expected to get, despite wishing I could. I am blown away by not only my selection but also the fantastic comments people have left on the deviation page. I was surprised that this particular story was chosen, as I don't think it's the absolute best thing I have ever written, but also thrilled that this story brightened so many people's days, with some even exploring the rest of my gallery.
A ginormous thank you to :iconneurotype: for giving me this honour!
I've been thinking of creating a journal compiling all the artwork I've done in 2013, but instead I think I'll make a little 2013 literature compilation. All of my stories and various other writings tend to differ greatly from one another, so hopefully there's something here to suit everyone's tastes. Enjoy!


I Belong To You  I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
  Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
  Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of



Death of a Flight AttendantTo the check-in lady
Whom I met just now in Albury,
If not for you I just might
Not have missed the bloody flight.
I think you should know that with suitcase in tow
I was one of five people in sight
This morning, as you sipped your latte
And strode past me in the tiny cafe.
The young customs guy caught your beady eye,
Pointed me out, then hurried away.
I don’t blame him, really,
In your pose I saw clearly
That questioning you would be something quite new
To one so lifeless and dreary.
Nevertheless, I gave it a shot,
But of course you said you simply could not
Re-open the desk, you smelly old pest,
So I hope in an Indian sewer you rot.
And as I sit here irate,
While for the next flight I wait,
I admit to some pity, for your life must be shitty
To make you so smug when I’m five minutes late.
By now I’d be waiting in Melbourne airport
And the plane to Adelaide I’d easily have caught.
So please – as you pass, kiss my grounded arse,
Then prepare an occ. health


Healing the EarthA shiver runs along my skin as the Sun stretches its rays over the tips of the eastern ranges. I feel the coarseness of the soil sliding around my roots as they retreat back into my flesh, having taken their fill from the Earth. I know one day I will return her treasures and the thought, my first of the day, is as warming as the Sun.
It takes a while to wake living at this altitude; for a moment I lie still as my thoughts gradually gain speed and eloquence. Deep breaths refresh my cells and a sense of clarity runs along my body. In a rush of energy I leap from the damp ground, shaking dew from my limbs and startling a sparrow, who departs in a brown flurry. I take in my surroundings.
The forest I stand with is perched on a mountainside; sometimes I hear the rocks grinding and crunching inside beneath the surface, but today all is still. Summer has banished the icy north wind and greened all my fellows with melted snow and rain. My own violet body has shed its thick down in favour of a


Atoms       Everything is made of atoms. Air, metal, plastic, concrete, wire, milk, glass, tables, linoleum, microwaves, frozen lasagne. People. Groups of atoms making matter making cells making tissues making organs making systems making bodies.
       This is what Peter thinks as the microwave mmmmmmmmmms. The spinning pre-cooked meal is a hypnotist’s pendant to his vacant eyes, creating a trance in which he is free to explore the possibilities locked in his head.  
       In childhood, Peter was easily amused. Toasting, squeezing, stretching, painting and eating. These were his favourite things. He despised watching television. His mother said he was a born artist. Peter didn’t like being called an artist; artists only moved things around and put them back in different places. Something bigger called to Peter: the urge to change things. The bread became toast; the lemon juice separated from the lemon; the


And my favourite:
Collisions       We kiss. It's slow and tender and written all over our skin is 'I love you', but we don't say it; there's no need. And suddenly I want him, I want to know every facet fact fear feeling that makes him, I want to have known him for years and years. I push hard against the warm wet of his lips. I want to consume him. I bite him, and he groans -
       and he groans -
       and I'm a young mass of frozen nerves, terrified of the possibilities of the moment as he grips his skull like he wants to rip it open, tendons clenching against the hard bone the hard table the cold floor the cold air the PAIN. How can I help? 'Call an ambulance!' he grits out.
       I run for the phone but what's the number? What's the number what's the number what's the - phone book. Front page. Triple zero. How could I forget that? I've wasted so much time. And it hits me that this is an emergency, this calls for an ambulance, and I call for an ambulance. I stand next to him, too afraid to reach out


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RadishStick
Rowena
Artist | Student | Varied
Australia
Current Residence: the cupboard under the stairs
Favourite music genre: alt rock, rock, acoustic, roots, folk, anything with a guitar.
Favourite art style: Impressionism, Realism, Surrealism, Abstract
Operating System: Windows
MP3 player of choice: iPhone
Shell of choice: the ones that look like unicorn horns.
Wallpaper of choice: covered in posters, art, and pieces of my life.
Personal Quote: Not the snake!
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