When I woke up the first thing I checked was the territory under the gown. HERE was still there, the arrow pointing, the treasure of my breast still at the end of it. Pain swept in.
Debi Hamilton, ‘The Edge of the Known World’.
Debi Hamilton is what you might call a late bloomer. Having expended her creative energies raising two fine children and running a private practice as a psychologist for twenty years, she turned her hand to writing only four years ago. She has since won several awards and commendations, and a number of her short stories, non-fiction pieces and poems have been published.
Debi’s first collection of poetry, Being Alone, was launched by the Melbourne Poets Union in July 2013. She won the Tasmanian Writers Prize in 2013, was runner-up in the 2014 University of Canberra Vice-Chancellor’s Poetry Prize and, to her astonishment, she has been shortlisted for the 2014 Newcastle Poetry Prize. One of her poems, a tribute to her feelings about Beethoven, was published in Inkerman & Blunt’s Australian Love Poems, ed. Mark Tredinnick and subsequently featured on ABC Radio National’s Poetica.
Here’s what was said of this story in Whisperinggums.com
Debi Hamilton’s ‘The edge of the known world’ is about missed opportunities, about the one who loves and the other who doesn’t see it:
Carmelita. Carmelita. There. I like to think her name. If you want to hear a love story I can write you one. If you want a story in which someone breaks someone else’s heart, this is the story for you.
We are warned early in the story, and yet the end still saddens.