Showing posts with label NZ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NZ. Show all posts
Monday, March 19, 2018
Sponge fiction
Many thanks to editor Lucy-Jane Walsh for including my flash "On a Sacred Mountain" in new journal Sponge.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Boy comics
Many thanks to Matt Emery, founder of Pikitia Press, for interviewing Sarah Laing, Indira Neville and me, about "competent boy comics", "community" and, ahem, rabble rousing, but mostly about Three Words.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Just tin
I have just had a loss of appetite having read this which has resulted in the following spontaneous burst of poetic criticism:
Carry On
Had they driven all this way
to come face to face
with the head
of a fat soaked
beast and a slick
of indeterminable
intestines whose hosts
were unidentifiable
in the thick of it.
Was this the Styx,
bloodied and carcass
strewn? Had they
crashed, head long, into
hell? Their own
bodies mingled with
the mangled
formless parts:
lungs, hooves,
limbs, livers or hearts:
none could determine
in the horror as they
clambered from the
wreck of it. Merged
by-products of human
nature; the wish
to consume slips over
the tarmac, the verge,
the wayside: wasted.
The road is closed,
only for now.
Two posts for you this week - I'm going AWOL from blogging for a couple of weeks as I need to sort out some issues I am having with my WIP so please be patient with me: I'll try and keep up to scratch with comments on my blog but I may not be as visible in the rest of blog land for a while. Thank you. Your comments are, as always, very much appreciated.
Carry On
Had they driven all this way
to come face to face
with the head
of a fat soaked
beast and a slick
of indeterminable
intestines whose hosts
were unidentifiable
in the thick of it.
Was this the Styx,
bloodied and carcass
strewn? Had they
crashed, head long, into
hell? Their own
bodies mingled with
the mangled
formless parts:
lungs, hooves,
limbs, livers or hearts:
none could determine
in the horror as they
clambered from the
wreck of it. Merged
by-products of human
nature; the wish
to consume slips over
the tarmac, the verge,
the wayside: wasted.
The road is closed,
only for now.
Two posts for you this week - I'm going AWOL from blogging for a couple of weeks as I need to sort out some issues I am having with my WIP so please be patient with me: I'll try and keep up to scratch with comments on my blog but I may not be as visible in the rest of blog land for a while. Thank you. Your comments are, as always, very much appreciated.
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