BUT thanks to a fellow
Brown Owl, Miss Steph, I have THIS. I had a couple of poems published in Dolly Magazine in the 80s. Steph was kind enough to find one of them in her pile of vintage Dollys.I’ll set the scene. I was a sensitive teen full of longing. Living in the far north west of WA, I rode the school bus to Hedland Senior High in a too tight pencil skirt slit to the thigh, white shirt and polka dot plastic belt cinched at the waist. I wore white sandshoes with no socks. (I think this look was sort of Laverne & Shirley meets Grease.) I read Sweet Valley High. I watched St Elmo’s Fire, The Breakfast Club and Pretty In Pink. My dad installed a ‘rabbit system’ through our ceiling so we could all watch the same VHS video in different rooms of our house. We had four tvs – but the only tv station was the ABC. I loved Duran Duran. I divided my time between writing soppy poems, sunbaking slathered in Reef Oil in a pink bikini at the South Hedland Pool and riding around town in my boyfriend’s yellow panel van. He had a very big nose. Sorry Briggsy.
I give you… my Friday Archive. On Saturday. The Price of Love. (click to enlarge)
