I write poetry because it is much more honest than prose. To write prose I have to put on pants (ugh), squeeze into a bunch of way-too-tight opinions, load my arms with a bunch of dry, dusty Facts, and stand before you all saying "Yes,
There, good. I have gotten your attention, either because you think I’ve got something to say, or because you enjoy random skirmishes of poetical graffiti, or because you clicked on some link on the internet without really knowing what you were getting into. It doesn’t matter. You’re here now. I pick up my
I gave a speech at the Sydney Politics in the Pub event "Whistle-blowing, Wikileaks & the Future of Democracy". Here it is if you'd like to watch (video quality isn't great, but the audio's fine):https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbgL8PO42K4__________________________________________________________________Thanks for watching! My material is entirely reader-supported, so if you
Once upon a time there lived a blue world full of nattering apelings.They spent their time shrieking at screens and turning trees into black smoke and turning whales into coins and digging holes in the planet and figuring out how to kill millions of each other at a time.They'd spend
This is a call to the swans in your chest, and the pterodactyls in your eyes, and the primordial reptiles swimming beneath your tongue. This is not addressed to your yammering thinkbrain, which biffs and boffs about who goes where and what the right and wrong things are. This is addressed to the peacock feather
March the children off to school, for they’ll be criminals and fools if we don’t fill their tiny minds before the Russians get inside. March the children one-by-one; don’t let them skip or dance or run. Hose them down with gasoline and march them into our Machine. March the children off to work; turn
Everyone hates waiting but everyone’s waiting. Waiting for things to get better. Waiting for death. Waiting for life. Waiting for love. Waiting for enlightenment. Waiting for the revolution. Waiting for the Mueller report. Waiting for Q. Waiting for the Messiah. Waiting for Godot. Waiting. Waiting for life to begin while their cells replicate, while their lungs take in oxygen, while their
A politician can run a flawless campaign, say all the right things from a place of authenticity, hold wildly popular positions and an impeccable public record, but if they say things which upset the powerful, the narrative can be reshaped to paint them as crazy,
If you go quiet, you can hear the birds outside chirping and singing at the joy of existence. If you go even quieter, you can feel the thrum of your own cells chirping and singing at the joy of existence. If you become still, you can see thunderous beauty in
