Tuesday, 30 April 2019

New website!

The title says it all! After several enjoyable years on Blogger, I am retiring Ganymede's Mirror and moving my work to another platform.

You can now find my work at rosalindmoran.com. I'll no longer be updating this blog - not even the Publications page - so head over to my new website if you're looking for a more up-to-date record of my work or are seeking to get in touch.

Thank you!

Saturday, 30 March 2019

A Palindrome Poem

palindrome (n.) - a word, phrase, or sequence that reads the same backwards as forwards.

In late 2017, I decided to write what could be termed a 'palindrome poem'. There aren't that many around. This is probably because, as I rapidly discovered, they are fiendishly difficult to write.

Nevertheless, other than a few small liberties with punctuation, my poem 'Crossing Over' reads the same backwards as it does forwards. What a relief! Conveniently - considered the poem's watery setting - this effect can be interpreted as physical reflection in text form. It also gives a new meaning to the idea of putting a twist in the middle of a story.

Whenever I see this poem, the top half looks to me as though it's shaped like a ship, with the bottom half its upside down reflection. The line of the ocean's surface can be drawn horizontally at 'Found?'. Squint a little - perhaps you see it as well...

I was very happy to have this poem published in Farrago. That said, however, I also think it's worth mentioning it was rejected a couple of times before eventually being published. Rejection can feel very discouraging and isolating, which is why it's important writers continue to discuss it openly.

I sent out the poem here and there over the course of approximately a year, and persistence ultimately paid off. If you're in a similar boat (n.b. hopefully not the one in the poem though): hang in there!

Crossing Over

Over swirling waters
Low prows, high tides…
People without possessions
Lovers and daughters
Small individuals making history. 
Forgetting Italy. 
Tracks, effervescent, covering oceans
Ebbing strokes and flowing circles.
Promises glittering for all…
Figureheads splitting breaking waves
Waters swelling underneath.
Nonno bearing boxes
Lia preserving photographs
Watermarks seeping with memories
Hope in embracing farewell…
Lungs full of anticipation
Laughter of children
Gurgling babies
Saltwater on lips –
Were never they
They never were
Lips on saltwater –
Babies gurgling
Children of laughter
Anticipation of full lungs
Farewell embracing in hope…
Memories with seeping watermarks
Photographs preserving Lia
Boxes bearing Nonno
Underneath swelling waters.
Waves breaking splitting figureheads
All for glittering promises… 
Circles flowing and strokes ebbing.
Oceans covering effervescent tracks
Italy forgetting.
History making individuals small.
Daughters and lovers
Possessions without people
Tides high, prows low…
Waters swirling over

Thursday, 28 February 2019

On Wednesdays We Wear...

What does pink mean to you? 


Love it, hate it, debate it.

These photos were taken by talented young local photographer Hannah Pengilly (you can see more of her photography here and her artwork here). She is friendly and professional and fun to work with! It was nice to get outdoors and take some photos in the sunshine together. 

I'd like to stick to my one-post-per-month habit, but my small recent writing successes are either currently on their way to me by post, or hanging around backstage until a new issue of a particular journal is published online. Hence sharing a few photos and the good work of another creative instead (though this is something I try to do anyway!).

As for pink, it is an inspirational, evocative colour. Right now it brings to mind pussy hats, the pink array at this year's Oscars, this fabulous song, and the dragon fruit at the fresh food store near my work. It also evokes my grandmother's breast cancer, my other grandmother's breast cancer, and my mother's breast cancer. One colour, many shades.

There are so many things I'd like to write about, and sometimes I worry about being too tired from work to be able to explore all the issues which matter to me, or to be creative in my free time. Then I grow frustrated with myself for wasting energy fretting - particularly over a worry which is, in the grand scheme of things, so small. A vicious, unnecessary circle!

Never mind though. One can only try one's best - and if there's a story at the end of it, all the better. Or maybe even another pussy hat.

Monday, 28 January 2019

Writing for Meanjin

New year, new writing - a quick update

Towards the end of last year, I received an unexpected email from a friendly staff member at the Australian literary journal Meanjin. They'd read the article I'd written for Overland in September and really enjoyed it, and had decided to invite me to contribute an article to Meanjin's 'What I'm Reading' series.

Naturally, I was very happy at the prospect of writing about what I'd been reading and pushing onto all my friends, and to have the opportunity to push these books onto a wider audience as well. It was also a lovely surprise to be contacted out of the blue on behalf of a journal whose work I respect greatly.

Anyway, I wrote the article while travelling, which means it owes its existence largely to a string of Irish cafes with strong wifi connectivity and high tolerance for serial laptop loiterers. If you would like to read the resulting article, you can find it here.