Why Didn’t I Think of That? Poem by Iris Carden The Prime Minister said, those who can’t afford to rent should buy a house. Why didn’t I think of that? Way back when I couldn’t afford rent, when I thought I would become homeless? At the time I was just so grateful when a friend…… Continue reading Why Didn’t I Think of That?
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Lifters and Leaners
Lifters and Leaners Poem by Iris Carden The phrase “lifters and leaners”, divides the bad from good, but who does the heavy lifting and who just leans on whom? Who provides the labour that makes the economy turn? And who rakes in the profits, those labourers have earned? Who helps lift the poor, out of…… Continue reading Lifters and Leaners
Witch Finder Short story by Iris Carden Age and illness had taken their toll, and now the witch finder was lying on his deathbed. He faced the inevitable without fear, knowing he had done well in his calling. He was guaranteed Heaven. A dear friend, the angel who’d guided him throughout his work, appeared to…… Continue reading Witch Finder
Beginnings Short story by Iris Carden I’m sure it seemed like a great idea to someone. Create a series of arks, ships to take a core group of people away from the Earth to start over away from all the destruction we have caused, before climate change finally kills humanity. Well, in theory, it was…… Continue reading Beginnings
Lance and Arthur
Lance sat at the table with a dozen or so of his closest friends. He didn’t actually like any of them, but it was called “networking”. Everyone would get together and pretend they did not detest each other, because each of these people could be of use at some time.
Not on the Menu
This little story takes place in the 1960s, around the beginning of the second wave of feminism in Australia. Not on the Menu Short story by Iris Carden Elsie saw them through the café window. “Oh not them again,” she groaned. “Not who?” asked Margaret. “Those three, with the excess Brylcreem and the loud ties.”…… Continue reading Not on the Menu
Archibald Clark spat his coffee over the computer screen.His long-suffering wife Marigold went to the kitchen for a dishcloth to clean up the mess. “It was never a good idea for you to read the newspaper at the breakfast table when it was a paper. It’s an even worse idea now that it’s on the net,” she said.
I started to wonder what life would be like today if the British had come as migrants who were willing to become a part of the existing culture, instead of as conquerers.