cut up #1.2014

I’m a big fan of the ‘cut-up’ approach to poetry, it’s usually pretty damn fun and I think it allows for unexpected images and ideas to come to the fore – so this time I went with an unfinished draft of one of my own poems, but with the restriction that I take the first line from every stanza, instead of taking randomly.

I’ll probably try a few more of these over the year – probably much longer ones too.

Here’s the result:

 

two drunk kids
startled
as streetlights
and cars
sneak into the dusk

Print Edition of City of Masks Available!

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Ok! Last post from me about this for a while, but right now, proofed and live on Amazon, waits the print version of City of Masks, my first novel!

You should be able to order through bookstores at this point too – so please ask if you’re interested, as I’d love to know what stores plan to charge etc :)

In the meantime, if you’ve got an Amazon account, you can order right now, here and here:

US
City of Masks – Print Edition

UK
City of Masks – Print Edition

But be warned, if you’re shipping to Oz it will be quite expensive, so I’ll let everyone know when there’s a special deal or if something changes. (I’ll be getting some stock of my own to sell, so that’s in the pipeline too.)

Hope you like it!

(E-book available too)

Communion – Subs Open!

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Communion is an online literary journal seeking original solicited and unsolicited essays/memoir (500 words and above), poetry and short fiction (under 1500 words). The journal will be published biannually, around June and December.

Submissions are open year round. Please submit to communion at walleahpress dot com dot au

Check out the full guidelines here and some great poetry from issue one!

3885 (because summer is a distant memory right now)

.
the clothesline
swings
in a dry wind

and the echo of our voices
runs
down from the river
to where I stand
in yellow grass
eyes fixed
on a horizon swollen with blue

the river
where we’d swim
through the black gold of the water
rapids
gnashing teeth
and water dragons
nimble
as we give chase

how sharp the bite
of the sun
who we would
more
or
less
worship for the entire season
no sand too hot
no bike seat too hard
no hole too far
and nothing
nothing
coming
even close
to lasting long enough