are you ready for this? forget I asked there’s no way you could be ready for what has to follow the necessity of the next is not in dispute I use my vocabulary to enthuse, not confuse all the English…
are you ready for this? forget I asked there’s no way you could be ready for what has to follow the necessity of the next is not in dispute I use my vocabulary to enthuse, not confuse all the English…
I have a word-based contribution on cordite at the mo, part of the oz-ko (envoy) issue, which is the prelude to the forthcoming oz-ko issue that will feature Korean poets translated into English and Australian poets translated into Hangul, which,…
Even more surreal and pleasurable than being declared Fictional Poet Laureate of The United States of America in John Birmingham’s thriller novel After America is hearing the words of my fictional Poet Laureate counterpart being read in the audiobook version…
Back in 2009 John Birmingham put out a call over The Twitter for poets who read science-fiction thrillers, which a friend passed on to me for some reason. I got in touch and soon received an intriguing email from John…
…with the help of this kicky little knitted poetry game, of course. Poetry has never been so quilty! You can knit your very own poems over at The Poetry Society UK. Thanks to dumbfoundry for the link.
If you throw the frisbee by yourself, it will not come back. The sun might be shining in the most exquisite way, But If you throw the frisbee by yourself, it will not come back. You might have just won…
In the post-relativity universe, where measurement has lost all certainty, the most flexible unit of time is the weekend. From Friday night to Monday morning time stretches and blurs, contracts and bends. On end-of-the-working-week Fridays time slows to a stroll.…
Expressions of affection between men can be awkward. You don’t want to give the wrong impression. There’s a signal that makes it clear what the hugger’s intentions are. Just combine the hug with a sturdy pat on the back. It’s…
I’m a bit worried about all of this rampant pigeonholism & unnecessary categorisationism, but I guess you could say I’m a believer in sleeping latism, vegetarian lasagnism & thai green curryism, romantic poeticism, friendly humourism, pub bandism, early morning sexism,…