Dispatches from the latest poetry class

Having loads of fun with this latest class. We’ve got a really good group, with roughly half of them being people I’ve not taught before. Which can be quite nerve-wracking to begin with – you’re never quite sure what will and what won’t work, whether there will be personality clashes, or whether the differences in …

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The Ministry of Sorrow

Build it of stone, of brick, of twisted metal. Build it of shattering masonry. Build it of glass. Build it of cards of condolence. Build it of tears. Build it of lives, of lies, of lying alone with the stone of absence filling your belly. Build it of stars. Build it of asphalt. Build it …

Anzac Day

All our fathers and uncles going off to war like going down to the pub. Whirled away like paper dolls painstakingly cut from khaki by little girls, confetti men tumbling into rice paddies, into names like Kokoda and Nui Dat. See them scatter into the twigs into the puddles, the rivers into the villages folding …