WP Newnham

by Horror Sleaze Trash on February 6, 2014

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W<J>P Newnham

hitchhiked around Australia working as barman, bum and waiter; slaughter hand, deckhand and master spending 25 years working in the Northern Prawn Fishery. He has travelled extensively in south-east Asia, the Americas and Japan and speaks market-place Indonesian with some fluency.

W<J>P Newnham

has had stories published the seminal Melbourne literary magazines ‘Nocturnal Submissions ‘and ‘Overland’ and in ‘Full of Crow’ and ‘Gapped Tooth Madness’ magazines out of California  making him an internationally published author.  Ben John Smith is a big fan and has published 4 stories on his ‘Lits and Tits’ website ‘Horror Sleaze Trash’ . Meanjin and ‘Going Down Swinging’  have accepted one of his stories for publication in its March 2014 edition.

He lives in Brisbane with his partner and 2 blue-heelers.

 

“On The Pick”

By

W<J>P Newnham.

                          August and the southerly winds blow their miserable selves into the Gulf. Seas of grey-green whitecaps smashing around and this rusty old tub feels like a tin can in some huge industrial washing machine. Waves break over the deck and the crew is soaking up the salt in wet weather gear. We are fishing the full moon somewhere north of position X and the old man’s back on the nod.

Wakes every three hours or so for winch-up

…………spills the bags………..

………….shoots away……….

……back into the wheelhouse to set the autopilot…..

….bent spoons and picks and burnt matches scattered on the chart table…

 

“……Coupla’ hundred pounds of tigers…

……in that shot………………..over.”

“Yeah welllllllll; they reckon there’s

A feed going off south o’ Groote there….

I heard Bluey callin’ 4o box shots………over.”

Ahhhhhhhh….I don’t know what to do…

Might steam west for ‘Blown-A-Parte’ and 24 hour….

……the ‘King-Fisher’s’ been getting’ a feed down there…

……fishin’ just north of the ‘Wreck’, ‘Blueberry Hills’..

………listening in on the ‘scheds’ there ……..

……………..over.”

“Yeah……….Rodger Dodger……..

I’m gonna’ let the mate have a drive…….

………fuck workin’ in this weather……….

I’ll give you a yell in the morrow……….over.”

“Rodger-Dodge…..”

 

                             The Old-Man’s back on the tilt again; radios whistling wind songs, riding the crest and smashing into the troughs with whitecaps raging over the gunnels. The turbo whines as the mate turns the tub northward.

 

“……anyway it was banana season 81 and I was working for Judes

On the fucking ‘Aurora’……..”

 

“When did the Surfy drive that?”

 

“……Fuckin’……86-87……..then he drove the Producer……..

 

……..Three Sunrises on Deck…….

…….Sorting…….

……Boxing…….

…….Mountains……..

………..Mountains of Golden Prawns……….

 

“So me and Yogi’s hitting speed in the deck-store to keep us goin’

……….48 tonne of prawn in seven days……..”

 

“………ripped out both nets dredging……….”

 

                           Goulburn Island; herds of dolphin trailing the boat feeding on the shit fish: grinners….sole…dollar-fish. Pull into the shallows of the morning….dingy to the beach for a barbeque….sunshine….sand….herds of goats;

 

Watching.

 

 

 

 

 

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