no time
this splinter of time we like microbes inhabit is all over in the striking of a match a green spark flaring to yellow and red and white one renegade tongue out against the wind likes to start a bushfire – but is fast puffed out
poetry
diagnosis
– thoughts flicker through the mountain ash of my tired brain – Happy new year to poets worldwide. May your spandangles glisten with the resemblances of a fertile whimsy. i drink whisky 2u. 1 dream last nite – lung cancer diagnosis in a world grown green and dark – machine gun – living in broken … Read more
60’s nostalgia reminds me of the 16-bit decade
Readings about Corso et. al. lead me to discover Harold Chapman’s photos of the Beat Hotel. Shame they are all locked up behind a paywall, I wish they could escape and fertilise the minds of artist poet shamans everywhere. I would like to read the article by Kali Smart in the Beat Hotel magazine if … Read more
poetry train
last week i took a train to sydney with some other poets and herewith is the efflusion: train train takes the mind train takes the heart train cuts through hills train knows the way the low strung out tide of rising rails and fall the talk of all the town is gliding before all a … Read more