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Interview on Metaroar!

In a nice piece of synchronicity, UK poetry website Metaroar has posted an article by Angela Meyer in which Jill Jones (who testimonialised my book), Paul Hardacre (who is publishing my book) and myself (who, ehm, wrote my book) are interviewed on the subject of our poetic practices and...
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Abendland reviewed online

My chapbook Abendland (pictured left, details) has been reviewed by Philly poet Adam Fieled on his excellent blog. Check out the review here. As far as I can tell, this is the first time my work has ever been reviewed, anywhere. I only have a couple of copies of...
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Abendland chapbook launched in Frankston!

I’m not usually one to go for publicity, prferring instead to slave anonymously over my poetry, honing my arcane craft in the desloate silence of my eyrie, but when I got a call from uber-poet and drop-dead spunk alicia sometimes asking if I’d like to come and talk to...
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Homesick

there’s a boy leaving home on the train – i can see him see his mother on the platform trying not to cry – the boy knows no restraint too young to hold it in he’s bawling – for a moment he is me & i can feel that...
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Alone In An Airport

all the concessions have finally closed the luggage tags likewise now unravel - i’ve spent the night in an airport alone even the cleaners have all gone home … out on the tarmacs the rain is a canvas the planes are invisible up in the sky at every counter...
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Tintin & the Death Star

i thought i smelt bad on the outside! now with this insufferable goon solo hacking my insides away only to reveal this succubus (this blonde boy tintin i will revise the absolute truth of that observation – phew! not a good start i’ll say – & how he’ll go...
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Kunst-Wet

two intersecting lines radiate strings of heart beats in four times double the directions secreting small agents into the surrounding streets & lanes transfers of desire stilt-legged voyages hour-burst rambles freshly-bottled smell of the underground random splices of muzac shred the dark corners of an interruption clock’s soundless alarm...
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Phone the Sky?

look up to the sky and phone me … don’t leave home without photographing it … never wake up when the stars are text messaging … just hang up when the delay starts messing with your head … all your italian credit is dead … gone to the great...
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Abendland

in abendland our eyes only reflect the windows of real estate agencies couples roam there; small dogs shit wherever they like; everyone has a slightly bulging belly in abendland & guitar music is de rigeur; words like de rigeur are never used; rivers flow & wood are pictures hung...
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