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May the Forge be with you by Anne van Alkemade Writers Workshop – Writer’s Block The following has been written this morning for this afternoon’s writers workshop. I decided to post online for the first time (for m… Black Shouldered Kite by Anne van Alkemade Rose with raindrops by Anne van Alkemade Rose in Rain by Anne van Alkemade Blue Guinea Pig by Anne van Alkemade Grim Reminder by Anne van Alkemade I can sing a rainbow by Anne van Alkemade Kiln Time by Anne van Alkemade Pink Geranium  by Anne van Alkemade Welcome from the Orb Weaver by Anne van Alkemade ... just a wanderer ... by Anne van Alkemade I'm a Wanderer by Anne van Alkemade Dragon Baby by Anne van Alkemade Emma Part Deaux – Medusa’s Head Beneath a feather boa was a pair of handcuffs. Vinny held them up to the light. She’s Back – Emma Part Deaux (ch4) Although there was no moon, the streets took on a sleek, glistening appearance. It was something like an eel fresh out of water. Creation Reflected - Lerderderg River by Anne van Alkemade Humpties Robyn and Jacob by Anne van Alkemade Humpty Prince Jacob by Anne van Alkemade Myrniong Uniting Church by Anne van Alkemade It waits (Image Project #2) _“Come here my little pretties,” Steve croaked and dragged his leg in the dust as he walked around the campfire. _ Count down Digital seconds ticked over on the bomb as he worked at the table leg, inching it second by second towards him. The early bird by Anne van Alkemade C'mon Buster, let's go by Anne van Alkemade Mine? by Anne van Alkemade My menagerie Yes, Frank thought he was a budgie / Even his scales weren’t belied / That he couldn’t whistle and swing / Out of water, that’s why he died. Wind Swept “Blow winds, crack your cheeks and spout your hurricanoes,” the smart arse in cubicle 22 yelled and laughed. "Penguins," he laughed by Anne van Alkemade Sanguine Rose “My name’s Ruby,” she replied. “Semantics,” he answered. Tracks by Anne van Alkemade Darley in the fog by Anne van Alkemade Perspective A little birdie told me Goldfish don't blink by Anne van Alkemade Water Thinker Turning taps to fill your need / to hose down paths of concrete The dutiful son Prickly little bastards, but she loved ‘em.” He showed the man the tiny pin pricks in his fingers. Interview with the Easter Bunny … all I get is bloody carrots. A nice corned beef sandwich with pickle, or scones and a glass of sherry wouldn’t go astray from time … Danse Macabre She scuttled around toadstools and towards the back gate, bending to walk beneath it. Interview with a Tooth Fairy “Let me make it absolutely clear that it’s a myth the dental industry has influence here!” Tooth Fairy New Holland Honeyeater by Anne van Alkemade And the band played Waltzing Matilda by Anne van Alkemade God's glorious flora (Uniting Church, Bacchus Marsh) by Anne van Alkemade Lime Kilns/Lake Merrimu by Anne van Alkemade Gone The fear was real, and it lingers. Without language: an exploration How very sensual such a tactile experience could be even just by thinking it. Tranquility A gentle breeze makes waving reeds / almost complete the scene The Carpenter (Ta Pinu) by Anne van Alkemade Remembrance The Southern Cross flies under hot sky; / youngsters dawdling wonder why / their elders seem to make a flurry / of the pomp and ceremony.