It’s only words (and words are all you’re getting, unless you win the competition)

I’m typing this a mere fistful of hours before the insanity of the 24 Hour Poem competition gets underway, while contemplating the awesome agglomeration of words that I’ve gleaned from the five books up for grabs. At this point it may be worth mentioning that I got very little sleep last night, as I kept …

A(nother) Difficult Day

Just back from handing over the manuscript of time to sing beofre the dark to Bruce Bascand and his sister Robyn.  I’ve written and erased dozens of paragraphs that follow on from that simple statement. Stupid. Let’s just go with the observation that I didn’t handle it as well as I would have liked, and I’m …