building a spaceship to take me to a moon made out of makkoli a dead sparrow falls through the window i left open overnight in case it snowed . . . the sparrow’s white beak & feathers are frozen (made of snow i hold in my hands as if it might melt & outside even…

Well, like most blooooogers, I sometimes wonder whether anyone actually reads this stuff. While I have a site counter that gives me a lot of fascinating information, I’m noticing that most visitors to this site stay for one second or less, then leave. I’m sure a part of it is just people clicking the “next…

hear the wet kittens mewling for their lost mother must we eat bamboo?

Wake up calm. It will be morning soon. Hours disappear, then shatter at the sound of a phone call (wrong number). Your mobile bleats when it’s time to change the battery, in that awfully disconnected voice that’s had reverb added to it, in the room where you remain alone. Eat a mandarin. That’s better. No…

[This is the full text of an article due to appear in the National Tertiary Education Union’s publication Advocate early next year] In August this year I travelled to the Republic of Korea this year as an Asialink resident to teach at Sogang University in Seoul. While I have some teaching experience in Australia and…

we’ll get drunk & spit at stars roll cars out into roads & fight trespass on the night’s property we’ll fall in love & then forget throw bottles at the alley cats invade Poland, or whistle tunes we’ll wind our frozen watches shout obscenities at a shadow boil milk from subway sparks we’ll step on…

no news is good enough for your news is death’s excuses humbled vehicles fall off sharper ledges cliff sides bridges cantilevered collapsing news broadcasts live on a rusted wing caboose jerks behind news-crew facades pummel the van’s idling engine room as coffee pre-heats the bagel juice wraps & rehearsals all in the can the news…

Hi to everyone in cyberland. I’ve been too busy to put anything up on here for a little while, as my energies have been directed towards getting my head around Seoul, trying to reign in the creative excesses of Clint Bo Dean, the world’s worst-coiffured superstar and cataloguing the vast output of Davey Dreamnation’s record…

Right now I am feeling more run-down than I have for a long time. One of my students said to me today “you look dead”. There’s nothing worse than being told something like that but the truth is that I don’t feel well at all. It’s not that I’m sick per se – I don’t…