The Moving Pen | Tracie McMahon
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Tracie McMahon

Tracie would like to acknowledge the traditional owners of the Darug, Gundungurra and Wiradjuri country which inspires much of her writing, and on which she is grateful to walk, write and paint. This respect extends to all Aboriginal and First Nations people, past, present and emerging. Tracie McMahon is an escapee from corporate life. In an effort to save the "right-side" of her brain from impending atrophy, she has taken up writing, drawing, and dreaming. She likes to write about the "B side" of life; taking a crowbar to the silences and unfinished sentences that slip into the cracks of ordinary places, lives and events.
Carry the Water

* This piece is a response to Rob Wilcher’s beautiful poem “Carry the Water”.   The stream eddies, as his hand drifts. …

2 Min Read
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“MUM.  Did you send it?” Clara’s twelve-year-old selfishness stole her thoughts … again.  “Are you listening to me?” Her daughter stomped her …

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For Sheila and Roger   Let us go then, you and I, to gape at sunsets spread across the sky, that meld …

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For Oliver The little seed is still, black, alone. He lays flat against the earth; waiting. Waiting for what?  For the right …

3 Min Read
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“Me, me, me, me, me, me, me.”  Val can hear them as they flit between the soft cream lounges and the clinking …

4 Min Read
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The box is light as always. But that means very little. It’s what’s inside that counts. Don’t judge a book by its …

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How could he not know? “Why, why, why?” he howls till I silence him.  A slither of red dribbles from my father’s …

1 Min Read
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“What size jacket: thirty-four?” Pink cuticles expertly retrieve a black suit from the rack. “Oh no way,” I reply, confident my last …

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“Close your eyes,” molasses smooth, his voice beckons.  Spidery fingers stroke my papery cheeks. Liquid slurps from a flask at my bedside. …

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Coins cascade into the parking meter. The dial spins.  Half an hour in the oxy tank will flush the toxins. Post-nuclear air …

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A funeral

Written by Tracie McMahon

The pew is shiny and hard beneath her fingers as she curls them beside her tucked knees.  She leans forward, eager to …

4 Min Read
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Swipe Right

Written by Tracie McMahon

“Marry me?” His loud plea is swallowed by the cold gray of giant housing blocks. Windows slam shut. Blinds drop. I twitch. …

1 Min Read
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Precious

Written by Tracie McMahon

No, no, no!  I scuttle left, right, back, forward, my antennae twitch frantically searching for the rich dark warmth of the earth. …

2 Min Read
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The Fax of Life

Written by Tracie McMahon

The door whines shut as heaving workman lever the latches shut.  Finally, it’s dark. “Are they gone?”  A tiny twelve-inch monitor blinks …

3 Min Read
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Choose Life Part VII – SUBMIT

Written by Tracie McMahon

Unfamiliar strings of sinew are lodged between her teeth and Beth pokes absently at them, eager to dispel the odd sensation, but …

13 Min Read
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Escape

Written by Tracie McMahon

You summon me with your constant chatter; loud, insistent, beckoning, as you weave and wander your way through the valley far below. …

2 Min Read
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“Are you fucking kidding?” “Oh darling, you know the deal – you’re a coathanger for their Art.” “It’s a bit of tin …

1 Min Read
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“Have you seen the curve?”  Beth’s father slurs, as she shuffles softly towards the living area. His eyes are riddled with delicate …

7 Min Read
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The Message

Written by Tracie McMahon

“Ping.” Busy, I’ll check that later. “Ping.” I really don’t have time for this.  1:20. Boss wants this report on his desk …

4 Min Read
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Choose LIfe Part V – Critical Mass

Written by Tracie McMahon

“This better be good. I’ve got a network to run. My clock is ticking. Who’s this?”  Vlad freezes as he steps into …

8 Min Read
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Choose Life Part IV – The Dark

Written by Tracie McMahon

“Jack, mate, how are you? I didn’t think you’ld be back for a few days.” Beth can hear a man calling to …

16 Min Read
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Shadows

Written by Tracie McMahon

Shadows – always the shadows! Do I seek them, or they seek me? They cast their imagination across drooping ribbon bark. Flicker, …

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Choose Life Part III – Festival Day

Written by Tracie McMahon

Impotence beats a steady drum at her temples as Beth retreats to the sanctity of her privacy pod. Her small lithe fingers …

10 Min Read
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Who is that?

Written by Tracie McMahon

This piece is an 800 words piece for a spoken voice competition:  Entanglement – Voices of Women.  https://voiceswomen.com/entanglement/.  It was written in …

5 Min Read
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Choose Life Part II – The Words

Written by Tracie McMahon

“Well?” Beth’s brother Jack demands as she returns to the apartment she shares with three generations of her family. “Well, what?” Beth …

8 Min Read
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The Last Word

Written by Tracie McMahon

https://themovingpen.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Boreas-Street-3.m4a Sarah strides across the strip of hard black sand, her toes kicking at the pebbles. Like marbles in a schoolyard, …

3 Min Read
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Choose Life Part 1: Decree Day 2120

Written by Tracie McMahon

The year is 2120. Beth blinks and refocuses on the text.  They can’t be serious.  She stops, breathes slowly, carefully, aware every …

6 Min Read
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The Glass Ceiling

Written by Tracie McMahon

She kneels, her back heaving and pushing. Every muscle straining. Doc Martins scuff and push against the footpath. Passersby glance, then stop; …

1 Min Read
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God, she was beautiful!

Written by Tracie McMahon

Oh God, she was beautiful! Ra’s heart belted against his ribcage each time he thought of her – let alone his groin.  …

8 Min Read
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Silent Night

Written by Tracie McMahon

“Have you got everything”? she asks. “A huh,” the small child nods, his pudgy arms gripping hard at the backpack hugged to …

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