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The Eurobodalla Writers (EWG) are a Branch of the Fellowship of Australian Writers.

Meetings at venues for 2020 are cancelled until further notice – online meetings for members

In line with the new Coronavirus regulations and for the safety and health of our members, all Eurobodalla Writers day and night meetings are cancelled until further notice. If you are interested in day, night, or both writing groups when they resume please feel free to make contact via https://eurobodallawriters.org/contact-us/ for more information and to be notified when visitors are able to attend meetings again. Current members can email Rosie to join online day, and Suzanne evening, meetings.

The ‘Writers’ live in the beautiful Eurobodalla Shire of New South Wales and meet at the Doctor Mackay Centre, Page Street, Moruya on the 1st and 3rd Wednesdays of every month except January.  Meetings start at 10.30am and go to 1.30pm.  Members bring their own lunches but coffee, tea and biscuits are provided.

Moruya River looking west along River Road towards the mountains of Deua National Park

Members write something for each meeting.  Either fiction, biography or poetry up to 1000 words.  We read our musings to each other and on-the-spot critique is provided – you can ask for feedback on specific areas of your writing.

We also have a night group which meets on the first Tuesday of every month from 6.30 – 8.30 pm. In Broulee/Moruya. If you are writing a novel or wish to develop your writing skills and learn how to critique then this group may be the answer.

2020 Day group program https://eurobodallawriters.org/2020/01/19/ewg-meetings-2020/

Go to https://eurobodallawriters.org/contact-us/ for further information.

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Wikipedia has a history of the Fellowship of Australian Writers. 

 

Recent Posts

Dark Days

Dark Days

The dragon breathes out

Spits tongues crimson, tangerine, gold

Devours brittle bush

Black spumes spew forth

Demonic, hellish, apocalyptic

It is 2 am

 

The eye sees, the ear hears nothing

No power no phone no internet

 

Embers tossed high spat up like fire crackers

The dragon gorging morphing

Acrid smoke punctures lungs, curdling

Blackened leaves rain down

Strewn like seaweed along the sand

 

Preparation protection packing

Decision indecision

The little brown suitcase – quick!

Precious link to the past

Rattled minds raw hearts stunned

Huddling on beaches, backs to the water

Holding each other in the 2 pm dark

 

Plugged in again

Information double-edged

Too little

Some lost everything

Who?

Others spared

Stopped at the gate, took next door

Who, who?

Too much

Wildlife incinerated, forests blackened sticks

How to process so much loss

 

And yet… courage, community and hope

Exhausted fireys return to the fray

Helicopters hammer close by, scoop up water, taming the beast

Homes and pockets open

New shoots spring fluoro green, bright fuzz on scorched trees

A chicken lays its first egg

A wallaby, nursed back to health, returns each evening in thanks

A firey cradles water dragon eggs, from the rubble of a gutted home

 

© Rosie Toth March 2020

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