Joanne Schoenwald
Profile
- Name
- Joanne Schoenwald
- City
- Blackbutt
- Country
- Australia
- Joined
- Mar 2007
My short story ‘Not in Mitchelton’ won the One Book Many Brisbanes short story competiton. As well as marvellous prize money, it will be published in the OBMB third anthology.
My book ‘Surviving Internet and Speed Dating’ has recently been published and is for sale on the Internet. I am the author of ‘Australia’s Invaders’, a two-part high school geography/earth science textbook. I was a professional editor for three and a half years and an English teacher for three years. Now I write, write, write.
I am passionate about writing, animals, health and healing, nature, creative control over my working life, my family, good food (especially cheese!), animal and environmental rights, enlightened thinking, comedies that make me feel good, joy and peace.
I have written a spiritual memoir about my time with my horse and am looking for a publisher! Currently, I am working on a contemporary Young Adult novel.
Groups
Joanne Schoenwald is a member of Gaia - The Living Planet and In the Moment.
Journal Entries
The wild sea
Posted about 1 year ago, 3 comments so far.
Empty
Posted about 1 year ago, 15 comments so far.
Writing
Styx Valley, Tasmania, 2003
Walking through the old-growth forest is like walking side-by-side with a condemned man who is waiting for execution. The weight of its future is heavy, oppressive. The silence is louder than any prot…
Oil Slick
The stench of your death is subtle, / squished by crisp salt wind. / Flesh has oozed away, / but for a feathered head, / once proud, / and yellow-gloved feet, / still perfect. / Wisps, like socks,…
Four days gone and winter with it
Four days gone and winter with it whites and yellows bluster for centre stage / while pugnacious purples elbow them down a bee Woodstock at my window the air bursting with jasmine, unable to …
Mourning
A glistening wind slaps me; / waters the webbing between my fingers / as I flounder, pushing it aside. It carries burning tears of screaming mothers; / bitter cries that spit phlegm / brought t…
Stubborn clock
The elastic’s gone from my petticoat of time / Slowly sliding south to the ground / Exposing panty line and pubic hair / Another second won’t be found I argue, plead and try to bride / …
Summer afternoon walk
Tanned girl in a string bikini circles her bicycle round a pebbled driveway / Frustrated mowers fume. Petrol, oil and cut grass / The rattle of a loose chain / Squelch of flat tyres / Above, simply …
