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  • To a single mother

    Her plaza of light trembles underfoot on afterquake so many words no so many silences yes she double resigns twists around her povertyher children’s needtowards her own exhaustion as she providesrest, shallow waterfor play a lion wellspringfor giftbut she owns… Continue reading

  • Bonhomie

    There is quiet already so the interruption of your bird or the harp jangle of racing shopping trolleys in lost car park precincts are just an alien burst of introduced carnival. Continue reading

  • What is a Poet?

    what is a poet: the hermit, the irresistible lover, the alchemist with a head of Uraniborg, the didact, the narcissist, the vulcan, the mage with the most considerate gift, the orphic, the nomad, the arch wit, the desolate, the lean… Continue reading

  • A Summer of Unruly Loneliness

    It was when the foodran out I foragedin grass lustand cut from an unsharpened arch bladeall those who poked at corpses.Being told, on a drive,that common genocidesto this day toll like bellsalmost atsome unbearable sonar of history and balanced accountsof tracks… Continue reading

  • What to Do in the Case of Dreams Eventuating

    “If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.” – Rene Magritte Last night I dreamt a snail crossed a razor on waking there was a slug in my shaving cream… Continue reading

  • Ten Keys to Creativity

    1. Lock yourself out of home sometime.2. Get so stoned as to forget your bankcard PIN.3. Don’t eat bread. It’s starchy.4. Have a lot of different experiences, mindless if they’ll affect your learning capacity. 5. Be sour. There’s always a… Continue reading

  • On meeting a kindred

    Yes, I have signed myself over in draughted out treaties, ceremonious silence like Hirohito on the Missouri What cold I shivered in and life I sent to all damnation what poisons I ingested… what unnecessary arsenals what animals I had… Continue reading

  • On the Metaphor of Airport in the Early Outsider Work of Ariel Riveros Pavez aka Autopirate

    On the metaphor of airport in the early outsider work of Ariel Riveros Pavez aka AutoPirate (a non-self promoting or aggrandizing autocritique in the manner of Seamus Heaney, in that only the author can explain his misdirected condensated thoughts) I’d… Continue reading

  • Some news!

    I have been published twice! The first publication is ETZ (6) from Melbourne, Australia, editor, poet Pete Spence. The poem is “On the Alphabet” And today I got the news that the following journal of Postcolonial Text has published 5 (!)… Continue reading

  • When I cannot speak certainly

    It is when I cannot speak certainly my halt for breath or what philosophers call a void that calculations poke their heads in a square containingelemental plottings that care for calmnotations – for ladderslaid down to questionthe dead uncanonised wondering… Continue reading