Sonny Mac

Joined February 2020

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Words....words are my dark chocolate and red wine. They are my soul food. The stuff of mother's dreams and beautiful boys kisses. Join me, as I find my authentic voice. Fiction with a touch of truth embedded, deeply hidden. A mere whisper.

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The Stuff of Nightmares
She runs down the desolate beach track, breath coming in ragged, searing, wet gasps. Her feet lose the ground beneath them as she slips across the rough, loose stones. Blood seeps into her eyes from the gash across her cheek. Her knees and hands are grazed, burning from where she crashed against the gravel on the uneven ground. She needs to keep pace, to maintain her balance. She dares not fall again, though her limbs are fatigued. Adrenalin is surging and causing them to tremor with an uncontrollable ferociousness. He is right behind her, breathing hot fear into the void. She can’t see him, but he is there. He is always there.
By Sonny Mac3 years ago in Fiction
The Board of Ministers
Grace hears the laboured sound of her own breath as she fits the air filter across her face. Just four steps, yet she stills herself, knowing the short, treacherous journey could result in her slow, painful death. Her lungs would fill with fluid, expanding until they eventually exploded in on themselves. Five years ago, an unexpected pandemic had spread like wildfire, leading to an astronomic death toll and resulting economic disaster across the planet.
By Sonny Mac3 years ago in Fiction
Because of her...
I pay my respects to Elders, past, present and emerging I’ll just let those words mellow in your mind for a time… Respect, acknowledgement, recognition. Acknowledgement of country is a heart centred practice to me. It’s not the procedural compliance that some of my peers perceive it to be. I’ve been known to weep openly in the speaking of the words. Falling into the sheer grace and tender surrender of the pain and strength that has come before us.
By Sonny Mac4 years ago in Families
Circus
The smell of kerosene fills my nostrils as my beautiful man and I headed out for a rare night on the town in homage to all hallows eve. Not precisely a local tradition but one of growing ‘pop’ cultural significance none the less. This evolving observance becoming more predictable in light of the current lurid social obsession with the dance macabre. It was not exceptional that we were out so much, more that we were out together.
By Sonny Mac4 years ago in Humans
Goddesses
You may not believe this but my twenty-something hairdresser is one of the most influential and inspiring women I’ve met in recent times. In fact, there’s a pair of them! Sisters. Hairdressers. Both in their twenties. Both gorgeous-beyond-belief beach babes with the whole wide world at their gloriously tanned feet.
By Sonny Mac4 years ago in Motivation
That Long, Cruel Growl
You know a song is truly great when you can remember the exact space in time you first heard it. When you hear it again or simply recall it in your mind and automatically conjure every bodily sensation you experienced in the dim, dark past. The Cruel Sea’s, Better Get A Lawyer is that song for me.
By Sonny Mac4 years ago in Beat
Social Commentary
Eyes wide. Shut your mouth. Don't speak unless it's to entertain. Pretty pout, painted, posed. Small target. Shrinking inside myself. Not like the bud of a flower. Like a vacuum, a void.
By Sonny Mac4 years ago in Poets
I’m just not that into you kid
I could be hung, drawn and quartered for even whispering this. I may definitely be thrown off the Earth Mother Island, but here goes….I do not think all kids are likeable just because they are kids. There, I said it. I feel the relief flooding my ovaries as I write this. I am not one of those women who sees a baby and feels my womb ache. More often I feel it drop to my knees in wild retreat. I’ve even had people send me photos of their new born loves and as I’ve opened the image, expecting to see a guffaw inducing meme, I’ve instead emitted an involuntary ‘gawd’! as my unfetter response flows out into the world. It’s just the shock. Those wrinkly little faces looking at me expectantly. I’m learning to mask my automatic responses. People don’t seem to enjoy my candour on this particular subject. We love your honesty they say! Oh really? This seems to cross the parental line.
By Sonny Mac4 years ago in Families
My Amazing Life
Don’t tell my husband but music is my first love. It’s my soul food. When it’s really good, a song can be like sexual and soul attraction rolled into one amazing, dirty weekend. The one where you stumble into a Vegas wedding, resided by Elvis, in a fit of erotic asphyxiation and end up ten years later, enduringly married to your twin flame. That familiar blanket, encasing you amongst the blues of winter, yet folded patiently on the foot of the bed in the swirling, fiery heat. It feels good to go through life’s adventures together. Songs heal. They whisper loving devotions across the rawness of your exposed neck. Amazing Life, from The Winter I Chose Happiness, by Clare Bowditch is that song for me.
By Sonny Mac4 years ago in Beat
Beach Prayers
Four days....it’s been four days Isiah tells me, since I’ve been fully present, coming up for air through the foamy churn. After a self-induced break from psychotropics he had surreptitiously reintroduced my medication slowly, gently, by coming in at regular intervals and handing me tablets and water before leaving me to sleep away the grubbiness and dead feeling inside me. I arch hesitantly, flexing the sinews, creating space between muscle and bone. Looking for points of pain like running a tongue around a gritty cavity. Usually I can maintain some degree of functionality. Get up, go to work, come home, chuck some washing on, feed the dog, drink more coffee, wine, whatever, smoke, crash. Rinse and repeat. All conducted through a heavy, aching fog. A cotton wool, asbestos fibered glaze.
By Sonny Mac4 years ago in Psyche

Sonny Mac

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The Stuff of Nightmares

The Board of Ministers

Because of her...

Circus

Goddesses

That Long, Cruel Growl

Social Commentary

I’m just not that into you kid

My Amazing Life

Beach Prayers

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