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Tiggy Johnson

Tiggy Johnson

About Tiggy Johnson

Tiggy Johnson began telling tales as a youngster when she told her mum her brother had hit her. With maturity, she developed skills to make stuff up that doesn’t necessarily come true. Her science degree and past life as an insurance loss adjuster did little to prepare her for her current work as a stay-at-home mother, writer and editor of literary magazine Page Seventeen. Her short story collection ‘Svetlana or Otherwise’ was released in 2008 and her poetry collection ‘First taste’ in 2010. Tiggy recently moved from Melbourne’s Dandenong Ranges to the south of Brisbane with her husband, Bryden, and their children, Hamish, Claudia and Dylan.



Solitaire

Posted on December 1, 2009 by Tiggy Johnson

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Tiggy Johnson: Discovery

Posted on July 24, 2007 by Tiggy Johnson

for Claudia     groove carved in your brow you consider the motion of your fingers – splayed first, then curling, two at a time to a loose fist a moment earlier your head jerked back, face crumpled, perplexed by …

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Tiggy Johnson: Skydiving With Elephants

Posted on July 24, 2007 by Tiggy Johnson

He looked at me like I'd just suggested he go tandem skydiving with an elephant as his instructor, then shook his head, swivelled his chair around, resumed tapping at keys. I shrugged, said 'what?', rolled my chair over beside him. …

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Tiggy Johnson: daddy’s girl

Posted on July 24, 2007 by Tiggy Johnson

for craig       in the lead up to today your fifth birthday daddy's been trying not to imagine the anticipation of your first day at school last year he pictured you throwing first a ball with your cousins …

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Tiggy Johnson: Acid wash

Posted on November 29, 2006 by Tiggy Johnson

          I saw Pete Thompson thirty-four days ago and can't shake the image from my mind. He didn't look much different to the days when I learned to hate him ?± except the beer gut. His blond hair had lost the …

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