Now here’s something we hope you’ll really like.

Brisbane poetry seems to be bubbling at the moment. Performances happening everywhere (i’m missing one tonight I really wanted to be at).

Words or Whatever is coming up very soon and you won’t want to miss this one. If you hop over to Eleanor J Jackson you’ll find a great write up about my That zero year partner-in-crime, Tiggy Johnson. Check it out: When I was seventeen

By the way, if you want a copy of That zero year ($10), send me an email at: piedhillprawns(at)gmail.com 

Wagtails

 

build a nest out of 2am humidity. She’s pulled all the sleep across to her side. Why should I give a toss, I’ll only kick it off anyway. Burned-out mozzie coil on the sill lets in a dozen thoughts. They scream in my ear till I give up, give them a pencil, then step outside. The street is lit with steel light, all the driveways tucked in and snoring.