I'm sorry, but I have to post this – it's not poetry related (except indirectly) but it is wordie. (And appropriate for this site, given that the central section of The Summer King is based on collective nouns.) Feel free to groan as loudly as you wish. I have a number of poetry friends who …
Poetry by (pigeon) post
Well this is a new twist. Eight poems, racing from Stanwell Tops to Mt Ousley (both in Australia), attached to the legs of eight racing pigeons. They even had bodyguards – two other homing pigeons per bird, to try and distract any hungry peregrine falcons. Naturally the press coverage didn't include the poems, or any terribly …
A Dark Feathered Art 