Dear Bob and Roberta Smith. This is a letter of ten foot high thanks for the multitude of paint stuck and shaped seen today. I write outside the Harris Gallery where a rocked pram’s wheels rotate and spin regardless of the couple nearly fighting to the side of coloured slats boarding my eyes. I remem-Continue reading “Poem: ‘Dear Bob and Roberta Smith’”
Category Archives: Thoughts
Poem: (Besieged)
My local post office
was besieged yesterday.
I shirked the queue to skirt…
Poem: Hue and Cry
Dusty flats will be auctioned…
Sleeve Story #1 – Cabin Stabbin… A house full of rum reggae toasters
Welcome to the first in an occasional series in which vinyl record sleeves are dissected for both being delightful and/or dumb ass.
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