All our fathers and uncles going off to war like going down to the pub. Whirled away like paper dolls painstakingly cut from khaki by little girls, confetti men tumbling into rice paddies, into names like Kokoda and Nui Dat. See them scatter into the twigs into the puddles, the rivers into the villages folding …
Autumn: time for a change
Well here we are in the first day of autumn, and it seemed like a good time to give the website a bit of a make-over. Hope you like it. The plan is to make it more streamlined for those who are here for info, but not necessarily to read blog posts. Let me know …
Two years on … and on … and on …
So here we are, the second anniversary of the quake that broke my city. Two years. Seems like much less. And much more. Talking to other people, one of the things that is really clear is how fuzzy the memories of life pre-quake have become. I remember having lunch at the Strip occasionally, and how …
Titles, titles and titular singularities
I’ve been spending a bit of time lately trying to think of better (or at least more interesting) titles for some of my new poems. Having three current ones that languished as ‘untitled’ was one of the things that prompted me, as was getting a copy of James Wright’s Above the River: The Complete Poems. …
And so the year begins (… better late than never)
Hooray, I’ve just written my first poem for the year! (Yes, I know it’s February already – return your gaze to the post title for a moment. See? I realise it may seem as though I create the titles first and then organise my life – or at least my posting schedule – to follow …
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A Dark Feathered Art 