we’ll always be running in the hail local boys a-slouch like bus shelters let’s make a vow achieve a strained

I suspect people will love this poem and people will hate this poem. I do commend it to you. It is a fine and curious beast; there is a lot going on within its numerical boundaries. The remixing of lines was basically a process of finding thematic threads, sonic harmonies and lines that flowed unexpectedly into others. But from within this simplicity, our wider concerns emerge.

tall / pondering a nose scratch the still-dark hall lies await starboard a wan incitement to futures of regression

One of those things turning over in my mind: at a talk last week Scott Monk (author of YA titles such as Raw, The Crush) said that he thinks publishers nowadays are increasingly interested in locating fiction that crosses national boundaries, that isn’t too rigidly located in an Australian setting. Right or wrong it allows […]