Fiona Hamer

Joined May 2021

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Bio

Simultaneously writing fiction and restoring a sheep farm in Australia. Can get messy. You can see more about life on the farm at onebendintheriver.com.

Stories (17/0)

A Plague of Words
Fear in the eyes, Taunts and lies, A dream spins over my sleeping head. Words slippery and slimy, Words hard and chunky,
By Fiona Hamer3 months ago in Poets
No Bull Becky and the Crocodile Bait
"That a storm coming?" One of the regulars peers out the grubby window at the long line of dusty road. "I heard there was a storm coming."
By Fiona Hamerabout a year ago in Fiction
Two Witches and a Weed
"Everything has its place," said Kat Grimm. "Everything has its time," said Andromeda Lovegood. The difference meant war was inevitable.
By Fiona Hamerabout a year ago in Fiction
All homes are different but the same
A smile A hug Food And shelter. Photo by Cathy Mu on Unsplash Sailors on the boundless ocean: ‘This is our home.”
By Fiona Hamer2 years ago in Poets
Under the Ice
The light changed as they went beyond the mouth of the cave. Gradually there was a blue-green glow, utterly different from the Antarctica of grey sea and white ice that had surrounded them for weeks.
By Fiona Hamer2 years ago in Fiction
A Floral Feud
THIS STORY HAS BEEN UPDATED AS "TWO WITCHES AND A WEED" It was a long war. It had started with snails, moved on to weed seeds, weedkiller, then angry calls to the local Council complaints office, and, possibly, witchcraft.
By Fiona Hamer2 years ago in Fiction
Shark Tooth
You know this was all an ocean once, don’t you?” “This desert? It’s pretty dry now. Especially if you’ve drunk all the cider. Did you drink all the cider?”
By Fiona Hamer2 years ago in Fiction
DECLUTTERING
“There’s something else here!” Mia tugs on the pile of old man clothes in the musty closet. It collapses, dusting her dark, curly hair in a waft of mould and dust. She emerges clutching a brown-paper wrapped package, shoe-box sized.
By Fiona Hamer2 years ago in Fiction
WHERE IS LOLA?
I don’t know where Lola is. I’ve sniffed everywhere. Upstairs. Downstairs. In the shoe cupboard. I go back to sitting on Len’s stomach. He pats me, but no talk of “Walks!” or “Let’s play tug of war!” No wandering around the house so I can follow him in case something happens.
By Fiona Hamer2 years ago in Fiction
THANK YOU FOR THE WATER
Brazil's coastal rainforest in Bahia state could hardly be more distant from a sheep farm in New South Wales. Yet I found visiting it a few years ago both inspirational and helpful for my own plans.
By Fiona Hamer2 years ago in Earth
AFTER WORDS FAILED
Letitia liked action. Whenever action was needed, there she was, ready for it, her chin stuck out as she hammered or sawed or plunged the old unreliable toilet. When she went bungey jumping from a bridge in New Zealand, she leaped before she was told to, and when she was told she couldn’t do something, she did it. Immediately.
By Fiona Hamer2 years ago in Fiction
ON THE HOLY MOUNTAIN
Hiking up a peak for Australians and Americans is not a religious experience, just a physical one. You hope for a good view as a reward.
By Fiona Hamer2 years ago in Feast

Fiona Hamer

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A Plague of Words

No Bull Becky and the Crocodile Bait

Two Witches and a Weed

All homes are different but the same

Under the Ice

A Floral Feud

Shark Tooth

DECLUTTERING

WHERE IS LOLA?

THANK YOU FOR THE WATER

AFTER WORDS FAILED

ON THE HOLY MOUNTAIN

Stories (17/0)