



Olive Pink’s life floats off the page – very much the character I’ve come to know and admire while translating her experience into music across this past decade. Colleen Keating gives us a seriously beautiful work based on research that brings Olive vividly to life. It is wonderful to see the astonishing story of this Australian woman Olive Pink, given the attention she so deserves.
Such a visionary.
Emeritus Professor Anne Boyd AM Composer of the Olive Pink Opera

Central Australian Aviation Museum 6 Memorial Ave, Gillen
Free event, no bookings required
Join authors Cath Bishop, Eleanor Hogan and Colleen Keating for a lively evening of conversation and readings from their books about these complex white women who thought Aboriginal lives mattered and challenged boundaries of female behaviour.
And visit Olive Pink’s grave

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL SHORT LISTED. I FEEL PROUD TO BE NAMED AMONGST SUCH A GREAT GROUP OF WOMEN. THANK YOU. I AM HAPPY FOR OLIVE PINK THAT HER STORY IS OUT THERE FOR ALL TO KNOW THIS WOMAN WHO WAS LOST TO HISTORY FOR THE PAST 50 YEARS
CELEBRATING WOMEN WHO WRITE
FICTION JUDGED BY MARGARET WICK
Maureene Fries Stones. Bones and Hollyhocks
Helen Lyne Disappointment and Other Joys of Life
Catherine McCullagh Secrets and Showgirls
Susan Steggall The Heritage We Leave Behind
Julie Thorndyke Divertimento
Kelly Van Nelson The Pinstripe Prisoner
NON FICTION JUDGED BY SYBIL JACK
Valerie Clifford Fijian Shadows
Jan Conway Skimming the Surface – Expats in Kiribati
Robyn Elliott Sing the Burnt Mountain
Kate Forsyth & Belinda Murrell Searching For Charlotte
Colleen Keating Olive Muriel Pink
Christine Sykes Gough and Me
POETRY JUDGED BY CARMEL BENDON
Anne Casey Portrait of a woman walking Home
Anne Casey the light we cannot see
Antoinette M. Diorio Attachments
Pip Griffin Virginia and Catherine, the Secret Diaries
Colleen Keating Olive Muriel Pink. Her radical and idealistic life. A poetic journey
Denise O’Hagan The Beating Heart
CHILDREN & YOUNG ADULT JUDGED BY GAIL ERSKINE
SPONSORED BY CHRISTMAS PRESS
Libby Hathorn The Best Cat the Est Cat
Libby Hathorn & Lisa Hathorn Jarman No! Never! A cautionary tale
Pamela Rushby The Mummy Smugglers of Crumblin’ Castle
Pamela Rushby Interned
GIVING WOMEN A VOICE
POETRY JUDGED BY EILEEN CHONG
SPONSORED BY GINNINDERRA PRESS
Anne Casey Architecture of Chronic Pain
Colleen Keating petal by petal
Meira Kirkwood Woman to Dog
Joanne Ruppin Bright New Home
Josephine Shevchenko Undying the Sea
Mocco Wallert A Stranger in my house


spring fever
paths for us to walk
bridges to cross

tinkling of water
from the bamboo pipe
magpie singing

white azaleas
bees bow to new buds
a buddha listens

sound of birds
warm sun on my back
azaleas blooming

teal ducks
float on pink azalea’s
reflection

magpies carolling
myriad of colours
nesting time

Saturday 10 September 2022
Thanks to White Pebbler, Gwen Bitti, for recording our Spring Ginko.
White Pebbles spring meeting was once again held at the Edogawa Commemorative Japanese Gardens and Regional Gallery, West Gosford. Present were Beverley George (convenor), Marilyn Humbert, Kent Robinson, Michael Thorley, Colleen Keating, Verna Rieschild and Gwen Bitti. First order of business, a casual catch-up over a hot beverage.
In sunshine and birdsong, surrounded by fragrant azaleas in all shades of pink, we headed off on our ginko. Each member decided on their own direction in which to muse — across an ornamental bridge to a roofed Japanese pavilion that overlooks a koi pond; along a paved pathway to sit under a budding wisteria vine; or down a gravel trail that runs alongside a dry-stone beach. Remaining in ikigai, each one composed a three or five haiku sequence.
A half hour later, we assembled at our indoor round table. In the weeks prior to our meeting, Beverley had sent out a worksheet. She requested that we complete a sequence of three haiku, on a topic of own choice, based on something we were experiencing, seeing or hearing in the now. Absent member, Samantha Sirimanne Hyde had sent in work. Beverley read it aloud and invited members to comment. Remarks were recorded and would be forwarded to Sam. Following that, we shared and workshopped delightful, creative and diverse sequences crafted during our ginko, and also the ones that we had completed at home.
Deb Robinson, our kind and regular photographer, was on hand as usual to capture the moment.

Our next ginko is scheduled for summer, and regardless of how the weather chooses to present then, we will be there to enjoy nature.
Gwen Bitti


With a smile I capture a rainbow bouquet–
for spring is peeping-in along the bush track *
but in my excitement to capture colour
maybe some might be classified weeds
and that makes me laugh
and reminds me of Mary Olivers ponderings
it doesnt matter
as long as you are paying attention
to the world around you
and have the attitude of gratitude
to carry you forth.

The poem by Mary Oliver:
Praying
It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patcha few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorwayinto thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.— Mary Oliver, Thirst
Pay attention, then patch a few words together.
* Along the north arm of Wyrrabalong NP bush track


If they were teenagers
they could be called dishevelled
their shirts hanging out half mast ties hair ruffled
some casually gathered some laid back
they could be noted as cool with rumpled attitudes

here on our track
they generously shade our way
their leaves startling with the sparkle
of sun catchers
their caopies a haven of birds


their ruffled bark craggy rough uneven
in tawny tones of toffee taupe and tan
and like teens finally become adults
they shed their sheets of bark in growing
peeled off bark enough
for a poet to write words
of inspiration for the journey.
