Gabrielle Gassin
A mother’s musings on life
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Clarity came to her In a dream, and With thoughts swirling She realised the message And knew she needed To acknowledge Before the morning mind Became corrupted With exterior voices And ideations Influenced Directed Tainted; That what she would do With the words Caged in her mind But seeking freedom Was to write Poetry.
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This is dedicated to full time mums/single mums/mums who have partners doing FIFO/mums with no family support/mums who are partnered with arse holes and all other mum-style caregivers, directed at anyone who underestimates the duties of the above. You think that because I spend time with my child, the days are easy and wonderful, and…
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Second in line to the Gassin throne and best looking of them all, great at sports throughout his life until one day, a major fall. He’d come across the ocean seeking opportunity; but man did he get more than a fixer’s job for Audi. A talent on the guitar; one that still lives on, A…
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I believe that people who cut down trees are a certain type. The type who have no issue with using 20 plastic bags when they do their shopping. The type who eat meat for dinner nearly every night and their daily vegetable intake is in the frozen peas. A person who can end the life of…
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It seems cliché to describe the classroom as a microcosm of the world. Like it’s been done before and those words are nothing new. But as I stroll around this science lab, I see that it is truly as depicted. No matter how many hundreds of these rooms I enter, the same traditional stereotypes mostly…
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This is a piece I wrote last year and didn’t publish…for some obvious and shameful reasons. It ends rather abruptly – probably I got caught typing it up (haha). Needless to say, I don’t remember abstaining for four weeks…Enjoy. There’s a certain fact about me that some would say I am in “denial” about. Ha!…
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It’s a Monday afternoon, and I’ve decided I deserve a treat. How friendly of me. Well done, self. This “treat” is going to come in the form of a renewal of my toenail shellac. I walk purposefully through the mall and stand, paradoxical to my walk over, awkwardly in the shop entrance. “Kai help yooh!”…
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And so finally, the nature of time has exposed itself directly unto me. And here I was, thinking I was one of those lucky young women who would defy it; one who would sidle through unscathed, unaffected by the hideous truth that time changes everything. This is not a realisation of the alterations in my…
Gabrielle Gassin 