Ok, maybe not the profit part. But Wednesday was the first session of the POET105: Jump-Starting the Muse poetry workshop at CPIT, and one of the challenges I gave them was the cinquain. Like haiku, it's a form that most people get taught a fairly dodgey version of while at school. (Personally I blame maths: …
Tuesday Friday Poem – “Visit to Nicky’s House”
It’s a North East Valley specialty – attenuated streets, filaments extruded steeply up from North Road, streets you could hardly turn a dog around in – not a large dog anyway – and scarfie flats with names and legends passed round from pissup to pissup ... and where an early morning piddle ended with a …
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Tuesday Poem – “Wulf and Eadwacer”
Leodum is minum swylce him mon lac gife; willað hy hine aþecgan, gif he on þreat cymeð. Ungelic is us. Wulf is on iege, ic on oþerre. Fæst is þæt eglond, fenne biworpen. Sindon wælreowe weras þær on ige; willað …
The Summer King turns One!
Hard to believe it, but The Summer King was officially launched one year ago today. I still can't quite get my head around it. It feels much longer. And much shorter. And all good! I've done a number of readings; oodles of interviews; won a second award (thank you Australia!); missed out on a third …
Tuesday Poem –“Parable of the Old Man and the Young”, by Wilfred Owen
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father, Behold the preparations, fire and iron, But where the lamb for this burnt-offering? Then Abram bound the youth with belts and …
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A Dark Feathered Art 