As you mist likely know, I've started the job of putting all of my archive of poetry into book form. As I go along I'm encountering some wonderful memories and moments from the past. Some years ago my Uncle Nic and his lovely partner came to Australia, from Germany, for a visit. This poem is … Continue reading Ich Liebe Dich – a memory
Devil In The Wind - UK #2 It is always lovely to find one of my collections rating well in an Amazon Marketplace somewhere. This time, in the UK, where Devil In The Wind is sitting at the lofty rank of #2, for a little while. Most visitors here will know that Devil In The … Continue reading Devil In The Wind in the UK
Well, I'm quite delighted. An early birthday present. Some pics are in order! Opening the package. Always a good moment. The first opening. The gang of ten. Eight books comprising my Bachelard Interpreted Omnibus. These are intended for me to edit at leisure and to have in book form for my personal library. There are … Continue reading Unveiling the new!
I'm being very restrained. Waiting till a little later to open this long awaited package. 10 little surprises. Oh boy! Box of Books. ~
now time speaksin shrill tonesthrough the wind no waiting no wa-a-a-i-ting tomorrowmay never rouse from sleepand youare still undone no waiting no wa-a-a-i-ting do now ~
I've been a little absent from the blog of late. There is still writing going on in the background, with various projects progressing slowly. I had a little epiphany a couple of days ago, though, which has taken over my working existence, and I thought I'd share it with you. I'm dealing with the archive. … Continue reading Dealing with the Poetry Archive
The project continues.~ enough enoughof wallowingthrough clinical irrelevance the womensurvived(nothey didn’t) the young mantook his life copper wireand a socket the old fellowwas shockedback to realitypoor wretchuntil his heart gave outonce more and paraldehyde and exhaustionfinally defeated the fighter greg the fighter’s namewas greg and anna-marie . . . anna-marie departed townon a horse headed … Continue reading until the night is done (and the wire is copper)