A collection of published memoir, poetry and creative non-fiction.
On the train to Ballarat…
(an excerpt from an upcoming memoir)
Street Lessons
Inspired by Baby Guerilla street art. Photo by Anna Brasier
Between the faded font
a kaleidoscope of colours
mingle and blend
on warm concrete.
Plaster paste, mortar, glue —
street decoupage.
Crouched low, she works her hand.
The can rocks and hisses,
its mist covers the faded red bricks.
Toots! Sup?
Alfresco art — a new tag line.
On round windows,
bird shit
piled like termite mounds;
her laneway, her canvas.
Plastic bags float and dance;
they rustle.
Coffee cups, fallen leaves —
The Viet Times, page twenty-five:
Furniture going cheap.
The Guerrilla fresco soars above.
Her hands grapple the red brick.
Barefooted, she reaches
higher, higher — heaven beyond her fingertips.
He follows behind.
Not swimming; not flying.
Floating
upwards and over,
like the plastic bags,
the leaves, the coffee cups.
(Published in Platform Magazine 2014)
anna brasier 