1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Seven tiny outfits for your infant self pegged to the line like flags in your multicoloured nation, in your infinite future of jargon speak and mind txt: and […]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Seven tiny outfits for your infant self pegged to the line like flags in your multicoloured nation, in your infinite future of jargon speak and mind txt: and […]
The earth heals at night like a wounded animal scratching out its den. The earth heals at night if the night were a stretch of time, eons of time and we were a splutter in […]
There are a lot of writers out there who take their poetry very, very seriously. They study tone, lineation, verse and structure. They analyze rhyme, alliteration, assonance, and the many conventions of Western poetry. And while it’s important for a writer to understand the function of line-breaks, alliteration and form, etc – poetry remains one of the few forms of prose where there are no rules. Or rather rules that must be learned in order to be broken.
Arc of the Meridian is a poem I wrote earlier this year. It has finally found a home at Drunk Moneys and will be published in early 2019.