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Kylie Moppert
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Having tried to pretend I wasn't, I've finally admitted it's a memoir I'm creating, and now it all makes sense. 🤔
https://islandmag.com/read/the-hairy-iceberg-by-kylie-moppert
A rare family portait, recovered by a family friend, born 5 years later.
June 12, 2025 at 12:55 AM
A man makes me coffee. 'Perfect,' I lie. The cup's too hot to touch and the froth looks like river scum caught on a snag.
May 14, 2025 at 4:38 AM
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This creative writer is usually a word whizz
Until day thirteen, and I’m all in a tizz
But soaking in bubbles
Eases the troubles
And ideas emerge from the fizz.

#30Words30Days #Fizz
April 13, 2025 at 3:56 AM
She went with the flow, letting the children dance, open-mouthed, as rain drenched their hair and strong limbs. She'd always gone with the flow. Sadly, her body was never found.
#30words30days #microfiction #writingcommunity #flow 1/30
April 1, 2025 at 10:22 AM
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This!!
March 29, 2025 at 3:41 PM
True?
March 29, 2025 at 9:17 AM
My shadow waved from the bottom of the cliff.
March 5, 2025 at 9:49 AM
I hosted @writersvictoria.bsky.social Friday Write Club today. My prompt for 20+ quiet writers:
Interiority: write to 3rd person the inner thoughts as they go about a mundane existence. Meandering whims? Crazed fantasy? Task orientated lists? Go wild, let your imagination guide & enjoy discovery.
February 28, 2025 at 5:09 AM
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In this workshop with author, poet and educator @nadianiaz.bsky.social, you are invited to consider your relationship with place and how this emerges in and shapes your writing https://writersvictoria.org.au/calendars/events/event/?id=1298
February 13, 2025 at 9:33 AM
The man with the white ute wears an I've-got-a-job vest, and perhaps he does, but through the campsite bathroom walls I learn he doesn't have a home.

#flashfiction #homeless #employment #campsite
February 12, 2025 at 9:03 PM
We're thinking of buying ourselves a pop up toaster for Christmas.

From my 1987 journal.
January 23, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Feeling like my project is spinning in a mud bath, I turned to old journals and began typing them up, only to find I was imagining this project – as in writing about it – over two decades ago.
#memoir #grief #dailylife #journal
January 21, 2025 at 9:49 PM
Hello BlueSky. Goodbye X.
January 21, 2025 at 9:45 PM