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Pattern poem

lying on the beach i got hassled cheating's a way of life for some hating can lead men to violence stealing has been misunderstood shooting heroin sure beats guns tooting horns make no difference screaming is one form of release killing was a bad idea at the time lying's a way of life for some cheating can lead men to violence hating has been misunderstood stealing heroin sure beats guns shooting horns make no difference tooting is one form of release screaming was a bad idea at the time killing on the beach i got hassled lying can lead men to violence cheating has been misunderstood hating heroin sure beats guns stealing horns make no difference shooting is one form of release tooting was a bad idea at the time screaming on the beach i got hassled killing's a way of life for some lying has been misunderstood cheating heroin sure beats guns hating horns make no difference stealing is one form of release shooting was a bad idea at the time tooting on the beach i got

EWF (justified, not ancient)

Yessiree, the 2nd EWF (Emerging Writers Festival) is on in a few weeks. Visit the Exprezz Media site for more details. I'll be reading poems from the now-very-rare The Happy Farang , and also I'll be moderating a panel on "first-words-last-words" and participating in a panel on alternative publishing.

A haiga!

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Don't you just love it? This haiga was created by Kuniharu Shimizu (rosella) and myself (words). See it in its original context here .

Swervedriver: RIP

Pitchfork do it again with an excellent review of every Swervies fan's dream: a singles, b-sides & rarities compilation called Juggernaut Rides . Will guitars ever sound so cool again? Survey says: ba-baum.

SUMMER BAY DREAMIN'

this isnt home & away you know you'll never be tammin sursok & im not even sure who id cast as you hate your waxed arrogance but we havent turned into digits yet have you noticed how a surf clubs transformed by childhood tuckshops free icees sunny boys how a girls smiles erased by the backdrop utterly fibro hopeless underneath a dead banksia tree holding eskimo bars gently like a riot of teenage freckles milky ways kiss & tells fad packets & secret crushes will you plunge down waterslides with me even though the mats are torn foam & the pools closing in about an hour maybe after that we could go down to the beach o-or watch the tee tree stream trickle down to join the waves observe the rip or feel for pippies with our feet ive got a bronze medallion now i can swim with all my clothes on just to prove it if thats not okay ill understand it was only ever a summer bay dream after all & you cant do that on television