Post Steampunk Shopping

July themes

5: staring eyes/ whining cries


24 hr grocery shopping has been a boon for me. My daughter and I can do our shopping at 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning safe in the knowledge that most prying eyes are tucked up in bed asleep. No more will Haley have to cry when people mock her tentacles and penchant for raw fish, or question her parentage. No longer do I have to hold in my anger when really I just want to squirt the little bastards with black ink and watch them drown.

It’s difficult being a giant squid in a post steampunk world, so I’m thankful for humanity’s endless greed for money via eternal shopping.

Copyright July 2014


Aspiring Bogan

Today I pushed a trolley through Aldi

Looking down I watched my sandal clad feet

My tracksuit panted legs

My navy blue T-shirt and Avon Bling

OMG I thought

Stopping the trolley

I’m a BOGAN!


I took a deep breath of calm

Inhaled the scent of French perfume

That subtle aroma of Yves St. Laurent

Self satisfied and relieved I continued to shop

How could I be a Bogan?



Smugly I placed my Bocconcini



Organic tub set yoghourt

My tapas dishes in olive green with bright red trim

Jars of jalapenos

Beans both black and refried


Two marble and stainless steel loo brushes/holders

On the counter


Then I drove home


Watched daytime TV

In my pink fluffy slippers


Certainly not me





Copyright May 2014



Shopping in August


Toilet rolls
Discount clothes
Trolley full of modesty

Push past
Monkey bars
Squealing children

Mothers watch
Bask on the grass
Morning picnic

Across the bridge
Down in the creek
Ducks quack

Fight over bread
{Thrown from overhead}
And position

Birdsong and tarmac
Car park at back
Beside the creek

Shopping in
Wattle scented air
Last month of winter

Copyright August 2013