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  • I got my first paid job while I was still at school, working as a milk delivery boy in Wollongong, an industrial city in Australia where I lived with my family in the 1980s. I’d work three to four hours per night, three or four days per week, and received AUD3 per hour, plus benefits.…

  • Apart from one or two forthcoming poems, these are the last to have been published first on this site. In the future, I’m hoping to be a little more generous when it comes to journals, and will be sending them only fresh poems that have not previously been ‘read’ by either human eyes or crawling…

  • Just a little Youtube number in honour of Invasion Day (previously known as Australia Day).

  • In celebration of my impending departure from K-Town, here’s a little gallery of images taken throughout 2011 that, for me anyway, brings back some lovely memoreez …

  • Hey, Moon!

    apocalypse? miaow! ima jussa gonna chk chk chk (it’s awwn! laydeeez miming pretty woman walking down the huh-streeet satellites are all in orbison lol! baaaaaaaaayyyyyyyybeeeeee hey seuss no wait, hey venus! “hello, world!” mkay, try again watchin’ dead roy’s black face mime a moon; so we go ‘hey’ @ black francis on tha moon GIT…

  • Gawd, I love me a bit of Photobooth action!

  • Just like a Californian burrito maker, I’ve been preventing myself from spilling the beans by keeping them strictly under wraps (rim-shot!) but now seems as good a moment as any to announce that I will be moving to Stockholm. In ten days.

  • In November 2011 I gave a lecture at BTH on the subject of my PhD thesis. I’ve posted the full video of the lecture, some of the introductory remarks I made, and a link to the Powerpoint presentation I used. Enjoy!

  • The ITF needs to do something to help the volley because, at the moment, it has died. The attacker has no chance. Pat Rafter or me, at our best, would get smashed out there. The balls they use here are soft and they fluff up after three games. After a few games it’s almost impossible…

  • one year ago today i arrived in sweden on a slow snow train to winter’s nevermind & to black mornings deathly afternoons & mile deep blizzards people did not smile at each other in town & the pub was like an extra from LOTR: littered with snugs & corner tables hiding mysterious drunks today, one…

  • Back in October 2011, I made the not-necessarily-epic decision to stop posting poems on this site, and to start up a poem of the week newsletter instead. So far it’s been a wild ride.

  • Growing up in the 1980s in rural Australia, I immersed myself in two passions: reading books and playing sport. I was never much one for football or cricket, preferring instead cross-country running, endless laps of the pool and, perhaps most vitally, tennis.

  • when REM recruited you to be in “it’s the end of the world …” did they stop to think what effect that might have had on you stop to think about high school pressure or petty jealousy the ostracisation of so-called high achievers by dimwits with no future or hope & no sense of solidarity…

  • My MA (Creative Writing) thesis, a 30,000 word novella, described the invention of Marzipan in a fictional German town during a Famine in the 1400s. This paper maps its history and terrain, offering some hints as to Marzipan’s general composition and effects.

  • I began writing the story of Marzipan: a Confection in the mid-1990s, the first results of which were published as the prose piece ‘A Brief History of Marzipan’ (New England Review, UNE) in 1999. I’ve re-posted it here for posterity. Or something.