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Andrew Mansell
I was born on the 26th September 1969 at Coburg, Melbourne – so it was documented. Nothing but a blur for me. I first wrote with my pointing finger in the sandbanks on the Rosebud foreshore. Just a...ver maisI was born on the 26th September 1969 at Coburg, Melbourne – so it was documented. Nothing but a blur for me. I first wrote with my pointing finger in the sandbanks on the Rosebud foreshore. Just as I became comfortable with my words, they were covered by the rising tide. I tossed and turned all night, somehow hoping my words would reappear but when the tide receded, the words were gone. I wasn’t angry though, just lost for words, but now I like to think those words still float somewhere in the sea and occasionally wash up around the place or reveal themselves from the sand.My first dabble at poetry was writing limericks on the back of building site toilet doors as a teenager. If you’re lucky enough or perhaps unlucky enough, you may stumble across my fading black Texta in those forever reusable but temporary amenities.Writing seriously began for me in 2001 with a collection of short stories called Seven Ways in response to the suicide of my brother’s best friend. In 2012, I obtained a Diploma of Professional Writing & Editing at Gipps TAFE. I’m thinking that means my writing will become far too serious, but I’m hoping it will just be easier to read. In any case, I desire to give voice to those that are never heard.ver menos