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At seven I encounter piano Play for hours Circle back over and over Bring out the rhythm Phrase the lines Dream of a career But they only laugh #RāmereShorts

His yellow plastic rubber duck floats on the foaming perfumed bath water He imagines a sea, vast as a cathedral filled with Gregorian chant #RāmereShorts

His views are entrenched His methods unsound He’s digging himself into a hole. The world watches Sends up a prayer Could he soon be inside? #RāmereShorts

Sipping beer and inhaling tobacco Rolls of fat rippling in the sunlight Unglamorous She scrolls down Seeing herself reflected Lithe and unlined #RāmereShorts

Rattled by her daughter’s ever-flowing, smiling but grim-lipped entreaties to eat, she pecked at the lamingtons like a brittle-boned sparrow #RāmereShorts

Run with the wolves Embrace your wild womanhood With mind-expanding myths That clear the veil of misty vapours Cloaking your deep instinctual nature #RāmereShorts

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Smothered by the volume of your daily dramas Serenity stolen by your moods and changes that come in lumps and bumps I’m washing my hands of you #RamereShorts

Smother a volume of flour with butter and rub in Wipe hands on apron (it needs washing anyway) and savour the (stolen) lumps of brown sugar (some things never change) #RamereShorts

Wee Zac hums as intent bent over the low table on a tiny chair he draws a tractor in blue felt-tip Is it finished? We’re waiting We're still waiting Read NZ Te Pou Muramura #RāmereShorts

In the end, it’s not the toys or trinkets each generation remembers, but the things done together, the blows ducked, and the challenges conquered. Read NZ Te Pou Muramura #RāmereShorts

Dad wore crisp white shirts to his corner office for 45 years so he’d earned the gold watch which ticking away mercilessly measured his little time left Read NZ Te Pou Muramura #RāmereShorts

No one took a bite of cake and the tea in the teapot grew completely cold while we debated, digressed strayed and returned to the myth that the milk goes in last Read NZ Te Pou Muramura #RāmereShorts

Softly they said Surrender The past is null and void Put aside your questions The laws of nature are enshrined in our teachings You’ll see the light Taste infinity Read NZ Te Pou Muramura #RāmereShorts

The little boy watched in silence As his mother approached Aproned and angry To free the boomerang Dangling from the busted lamp above the couch #RāmereShorts

Arms poised, reach for the spongy blackberries bursting from the bushes that compensate for the discomfort to back and limbs of camping rough by the Motu Awa #RāmereShorts

On a sunny Tuesday afternoon The outdoors calls But it’s a work day No time for a walk except for A stroll down memory lane #RāmereShorts

Before the whirring of tape recorders Before the advent of effortless voice calls Voices crackled across distances Morse code stretched over oceans ZL1ALS was Dad calling on the shortwave ham radio he had built himself. #RāmereShorts

He was starving But the door was bolted above and below Repeated pressing of the bell to no avail He could see the fruit In the crates Abandoned, slowly rotting It would make you weep Read NZ Te Pou Muramura #RāmereShorts

"I knew that what I had was saggy and bloated, not sufficiently coherent or compelling to be publishable. The main problem, I thought, was how to structure and organise the pieces. I started borrowing memoirs from the library." ~ Beverley Stevens brevity.wordpress.com/2025/01/29/a-r…