Telescope – Object Writing July 16

Grade 6, an after hours excursion to Mr Burbidge’s house, most of the class turn up in the early autumn chill. It’s not cold enough to make cloudy breath, but enough for mittens. Soft furry mittens, while that cool air just nips at an exposed face. Mr Burbidge has a large telescope , almost as [...]

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Orange- Object Writing- July 15

The ball in my hand is as bright as a setting sun, round and firm with a cool skin. The skin has tiny grooves and indents – like its undergone a series of earthquakes. I take a knife and slide it down one side and the other, the skin pierced into eight quadrants. I could [...]

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Cream – Object Writing July14

Cream a wonderful dollop smooths over a number of culinary sins. Nothing quite like it on a piece of cinnamon infused apple pie. Those baked apples pulled from the enveloping furnace of the ovens’ heat, placed on the table and cut. Spirals of steam lifting to the roof. A half sharp knife making zig zag [...]

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Matchbox- Object Writing- July 13

Matchbox->Child-> “Don’t play with matches”. How often did I hear those words. Like a thunderous message from God, but they were always around, and I am curious. The end of the garden is a good distance away from the house, so I’ll play with them down there. I like the way the edges of the [...]

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Coyote- Object Writing – July12

Now is it a Kie-Oat or CIE-oH- tee, depends where you’re from I guess. Forever imprinted on my child brain are those images of Wile-E-Coyote falling into infinitely deep canyons. A perplexed look on his face as another plan fails another boxed device from the ACME company backfires on him. Just for a reminder the [...]

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Dummy Object Writing- July11

It used to be that a female dummy had no nipples – when I was a kid that’s how it was anyway, but perhaps in the quest for ‘realism’ they have now grown them. I don’t think we’ll be seeing genitalia growing any time soon, but who knows. Those formless perfect Barbie and Ken bodies, [...]

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Chatterbox – Object Writing- July10

I’d say I’m genereally a quietish person, and formerly would even say I did’t have much to talk about. My mother however was a genuine approved chatterbox. Anywhere, anytime, she seeemd to just start with a volley of stuff about anything. Bus stops- I mean who do you talk to at bus stops? And yet, [...]

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Object Writing July 9

I feel like a cyborg, there’s a tube coming out of my hand a plastic insert in my body. It’s all politness and pleasantness, no E.R. emergrnecy panic, a smooth glide to the theatre, almost like anticipating touch down on a Melbourne Sydney flight, the familiar jolt of wheels on the ground and an exhalation [...]

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Bouquet- Object Writing- July 8th

The Bouquet of her perfume was hanging heavy in the room as we interviewed her, another candidate for moving into our shared house. Under the glare of Five 10 watt energy saving globes her outline was fine as porcelain, all the right moves and looks . She should have been the perfect candidate, young, attractive [...]

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Gunshot – Object Writing-July 7th

At pretty’s farm we’d line up cans and shoot the twenty two. Anything to pass away the dull grey afternoons of winter, but I was always scared of that bloody shotgun. With the twenty two you could get down – army style- with a knee nestled in the ground and line up your target maybe [...]

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