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  • I’m scared. Is that right? Even if it’s not, I am. I’m scared the world will soon be underwater, along with us. Not that I would mind being underwater with you, as our scuba tanks nudge lazily and our hope bubbles fly upwards towards the surface but I’m scared of that. What will be left?…

  • Telefoon

    I’m eating your voice like it’s sugar and it is: raw brown sugar on a spoon. The phone is a spoon. Your voice is inside the phone. I’m inside your rainbows, ice. I hear beeps (the time runs out and we’re disconnecting again. Outside the weather reporter runs around on cloud nine because here’s another…

  • Nobody knows. Nobody knows what it means. Jippie! We can speak freely here. Speak. I’ll send you desires in the mail. We’ll end up somewhere between the stars. It’s making me crazy. It’s beyond real. Smile. The world’s a mirror. You look good in it. My dreams explode. No wonder. In the dark, no one…

  • Her toenail polish is chipped and I love it. She’s doing that crazy dance and it’s cool. I’m feeling dizzy, not sure if she’s real. But she is and she’s crazy and yes so am I. I mean, a little bit crazy. Not real crazy. Just a look in her eyes, wind in my throat.…

  • recognition of prior learning hindsight benefit who’s got medicine? easy bodyguard take it to the yard dont you run away look who’s turning grey I’m taking my own direction on starpower the intersection of what you believe and what i’ve got recognition of prior learning pass the physical just look busy or study harder still…

  • Gelukkig

    I follow the story-lines of your hair in photographs. Tracing the sources of stream tendrils. Making my way back to the original kiss. Asking the universe to contract. Let’s reserve a table in a future restaurant. An advertisement in a foreign place. Paperweight heart. Your lessons in film-making, driving. Navigation being the hardest part. We…

  • Why? Because. That’s it. No reason. Just because. Why? Because why. It’s as simple as that. Because. Because why? Trust me, because. Why? Because that’s the way it is. That’s no because, no why either. I shrug. Because, that’s why. The reasons are the answers. There’s why and there’s why not. I’ll take because. Because…

  • In July last year I attended the World Haiku Association conference East Meets West in Sofia, Bulgaria. One of the organisers of the conference, Ginka Biliarska, who was kind enough to meet us at the airport and pay for our taxi into the city, had previously asked if I would like to do a little…

  • Te Huur

    I’m looking for a house to live in but I don’t know if I can live with myself. It’s tricky. Damn my moods, the forgetfulness. Hanging a sign outside my skull: for rent. Mexican dances for the dead. Forget them. Shelves lined with mix-tapes, coffee pot forever mouldy. If it’s all the same, I’d rather…

  • Fields of megafauna, legends in our eyes. Beneath a confected dune, I spilled some water from a glass jar and watched as it disappeared into yesterday. We pitched a tent on the beach, listened to the dingo howls, and prayed for rescue. The locals don’t seem to mind us being here, though we are invisible…

  • Peril

    Two of the poems I wrote in Seoul, namely “Hoju Bihang-gi” and “imaginary cities: saga” have just been published in the second issue of Peril, the Asian-Australia literary magazine. It’s a pretty nifty site, actually, and you can even rate the poems out of ten! Other writers featured in this issue include Michael Farrell, Christopher…