I thought it was probably time to post a work-in-progress. Haibun – Burning Winter, and I’m burning tree-stumps. This one, deep in the cattle-camp of scribbly gums, sticking out a metre, with a sharp point like the one that bled the broodmare dry. Build the twig-pile around the base, burn the wood-witch at the stake. …
Current work in progress
Part of the trouble at the moment is that I have about a dozen poems that I'm semi-writing. Which sounds good, but isn't. They start to interfere with each other – ideas jumping poem mid-stanza, emotional tone blurring across, etc etc. I have no known upper limit for self-sabotage. My writing friends are very kind …
A Dark Feathered Art 