Get Rhythm
Rhythm changes something about your writing. It’s a game that you play to distort your normal practices into a more interesting shape – to distort the writing. Who wants to keep writing the same old shit over and over? A winning formula…
Month: May 2019
plans
there’s a promise there’s a future we talk about and we plan for it life changing life arranging life creating
To See
Tiny Cog woke up as the morning sluice from the nearby factory ran through the gutter and floated his hand. The pavement was warm. People were stepping over him, and this was not something unique to his prone state – step around…
the see of jazz
the understanding of the self putting the outside on the shelf your spirit is not pelf the machineries of enlightenment self does not frighten me the mirror of poetry will brighten me i need to understand none of this is planned in…
A Resurrect Day
A resurrect day. Getting sick sucks. Sudden sickness that comes and goes in a day is simultaneously a pain and a blessing – yes, good, it went; but then – were you really sick or faking it? I know the almost puking…
crawl in tom paulin
i want to crawl in- side tom paulin and speak with his voice and poke at germaine greer while tony parson laughs it’s a choice slow dissection painstaking correction and careful inflection i am dreaming of the late how
three cats deep
nights can be three cats deep beautiful pockets of warmth asleep all that energy locked momentum engine running nights can be easy and uncomplicated and all about beauty outside 9 to 5 and way more alive sure between shores treading water above…
Write Fifty Things
Can you write fifty things about the same day and have them each be compelling? If not, why not? Your vocabulary needs to be stretched – your magic is blunt. Do you think certain words shouldn’t be used? Then I humbly suggest…
Jenny Fred’s Write, Right?
It is interesting when you sit down to tell your own story, because you realise that is has been out there for a while, delivered in snippets that you didn’t even recognise a news for anyone. I never thought, as a journalist,…
pictures against the blue
never right sugar cube poetry that disintegrates in coffee it should be wired like whiskey even if it doesn’t have bourbon teeth so it can bite you through the cup the plug in your head the febrile heat of an internal sun…