Explore Writing is an activity where members participate in developing our writing skills, self expression and creativity in a safe and supportive environment. We all bring our own abilities and life experiences to the class which we use to explore different writing genres such as short stories, non-fiction, poetry and memoir.
Here is a selection of our writing which we would like to share.
A night at the Zoo – a true tale by Des
As a Civil Marriage Celebrant for over 20 years, I have been privileged to have been asked to conduct many wedding ceremonies. Many of the ceremonies have taken place in Reception Centres, Parks and Gardens, peoples back gardens and even on sandy beaches around the Bay. But there is one venue that clearly stays in my mind.
Her dust is very pretty – a story by Ann
Back in the early 60’s I ran away to New York from my home in the mid-west, like so many of my generation of young women wannabe writers. We started out waiting tables, checking hats, or other low-paying jobs until we wrote that prize-winning book or film script that would make us famous. And rich. Most of us ended up as copywriters in ad. agencies on Madison Avenue writing deathless prose about motor oil or laundry detergent.
A very short essay on the protection of the long sentence – by Margaret
With much of what we read today coming to us in short form: news flashes, texts and hurriedly written messages, and with our ever decreasing attention spans, we are in danger of losing the beauty the excitement and the adventurous possibilities of the long complex sentence.
Hours of darkness – a poem by Annette
Eight angles and eight sides
we sleep so that we can dream
the brain’s machinery crunching
through eyes closed
unconscious instruments
damping vibrations
the tremor of REM
Waves – by Meredith
Dusk on a drizzly night on Sydney Road, Brunswick. Tram bells ringing as people rush to catch their ride home. Oil kaleidoscopes of colour on the road as tyres rush through sending colourful waves in all directions, to reform momentarily to their colourful wet quilts until the next car again disturbs the pattern.
Some of our previous work
David – A short story by Ann
The General One – a poem by Annette
Drawing by Debbie Harman
Poetry can take many forms. Annette chose to use a technique used by David Bowie where lines can be cut and pasted ….
With only two words – a poem by Phyl
An unexceptional day in my street – Story by Des
Flower Market – a poem by Caroline
A tale of two diners – a tale by Diarmid
Prompted by a friend in England, who sent me a photo he’s taken of a sign outside a pub in a fishing village, on a recent sailing trip around Ireland.
