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Robert Browning eat your heart out

  • Writer: Jenny Wynter
    Jenny Wynter
  • Jun 10, 2006
  • 1 min read

So my hubby is now a published poet.

*swoooooon*

I’m proud. Not just because it’s so very cool that after dabbling in haiku as a hobby for a little while, he’s managed to publish them in a haiku journal on his first submission, people (the man may be published but he has NOOO idea about suffering for his art) but most of all, because – in the words of Shark’s Tale’s Lola – “deep down, I’m really superficial.” And ‘published poet’ just sounds so much better than ‘student teacher’ or ‘support worker’ or ‘brunette’.

Ah, but now you see, I can say with not only pride, but a French accent… “ooh la la, Francoise, have you met my hubb-ee? He is, how you say, le poet…he speaks to me le sonnets as my head touches le pillow on le bed, and gives-a-me le goosebumps with his iambic pentameter…j’adore le poet, Francoise, j’adore!!!”

It’s official. My life is now complete.

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I acknowledge the Gubbi Gubbi, Wakka Wakka and Butchulla peoples, the First Nation Traditional Owners of Country, and custodians of the land and waters on which I live and work, and all the peoples who have welcomed me on Country. I pay respects to all Elders past and present and acknowledge the young leaders who are working beside Elders in our cultural industries in the continuation of cultural, spiritual and educational practices. I recognise all First Nation peoples as the original storytellers of these lands and acknowledge the important role they continue to play in our community.

Jenny Wynter

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