Stories from the Crevice Communities symposium 2022

I'm having a big week! For several months now I have been a member of a group called Creative Practice Circle, which is a creative practice research group hosted by Charles Sturt University in Wagga, New South Wales. A year or so back they held a virtual symposium, which I was able to contribute an …

A little news.

I've been unusually quiet here on the blog for a little while. Many demands dragging me away from simply writing, as I usually like to do. It is a very productive time, though, in many ways. In any case, I thought it would be nice to share a little news. A while back I submitted …

Doing what I oughtn’t. Revisiting my Ukraine poems.

I'm panicking a little about assignment work for my graphics course - some things I'm struggling to get my head around. So/ What should I do in these circumstances? Why, lay out a picture book, of course . . . I haven't been able to resist working on my Ukraine pictures and poems series, for …

a good morning (visitation)

The visitation crew (good morning!) - 18/06/2022 good morning good morning hellofrom allof us it is a good day a fine day a bright dayis a must we cannot staywehave to saygoodbyetoo soon butwe might be backwith a me-owor quackor maybea brand newbloom sogood morningfriends of mine good daygood dayand nowgoodbye ~

nowhere (for the yeti)

Frank's Yeti - 17/06/2022 there are troublesin my mountains the airis not notwhat it was as though the groundhas come closerand the skyhas movedaway I don’t belongamong you and I can’t staywhere I’ve been where am Ito goto be myselfagainby myselfagain there isnowhere ~

enough (for an avenger)

The Ninja-vengers - 17/06/2022 we arethe avengers rightersof wrongs bewareour tolerance is lowthere is so muchthat is not rightthatis not goodthat . . . we arethe ninja-vengers our workis never done one wrongone right that is the equationandthat is all it is enough ~

a daylesford evening

#1 theyare talking milling hovering on . . . around . . . above . . . the sidewalk forgettingin their tidalriseand ebbto part to allowa passer-byto pass themby street-side animationbeneathshort sleevesandshort hems perched onheightened heelsandtapered toes it is coldnowas the sunpasses behinda building but the only signson the streetare the thin fogof a breathexhaledto …

The Garden Black – Liz’s Review

Thank you, Liz Gauffreau for a wonderful review of 'The Garden Black'. Liz likens her reading to an experience of jazz, and I could not be more delighted with such a description. The Garden Black marks a departure, for me, from the comfort of writing whatever comes to mind, to the exploration - in a …

Project Update

I'm conscious of not posting a lot, just recently - I think the Ukraine pictures and constant writing took a little something out of me, in the writing department. So, I thought it might be time to post a little update of where a few of my current crop of projects have progressed to. The …

Two writing exercises from the retreat

I’m not a great writer of prose, but when in Rome … a story in which the main character cannot see I react to sound, you know. The clap, slap, or tread of a footstep. The tinkle of a silver spoon stirring sugar in a porcelain teacup. It smells different, milky tea. Something of the …