Is there anything better than having a parcel arrive on your doorstep? Well, yes there is. It's when books, or more specifically poetry, bounces into your hands. Husband and wife and ridiculously talented Brisbane based poets, Graham Nunn and Julie Beveridge have, both this year published a collection of poetry each. I'm in for a poetry … Continue reading When two is better than one
crackling flames the falling of ash - all I hear.
How do you choose from ten thousand words of poetry and prose that will be printed into a 36 page chapbook? #fuckyeahpoetrylearningcurve# Dilemma/quandary/mission impossible. Somewhere on my lounge room floor is a rug that I can only just see because my floor is covered in paper, index cards, books and serviettes which are bursting with … Continue reading C.I.P – chapbook in progress
I usurp your charms - fresh as newly pressed print, with that stink of ink.
Inclement weather. A minor inconvenience for democracy.
26.4.12 Oily plans slither out of my scaly hands - a frayed rope in the water. 27.4.12 Concrete coloured skies tease the people of the city - 'to take my umbrella or not?'
The sound of war planes bearing down before you can see them, cuts me to the bone.
Fuck the fluvax. It has my head dangling with an ache that will not be moved.
Returned servicemen in shopping malls selling ribbons - a soft reminder.
18.4.12 Arousing menu cream of corn soup, coconut ice and a bucket of tea. 19.4.12 Dark hair, green smock. Laughter lines and white pickets of teeth. My old friend, the muse. 20.4.12 Doctors appointment. Nail biting afternoon. He is still not sure.