I mentioned leaving school at lunchtime in my last post. It’s still haunting me. Apparently it was broadcast on Final Draft, Radio 2SER FM Sydney just before Christmas. Surfing the net I discovered it as a podcast and found myself in bed this morning in Himeji listening to myself from a radio program I hadn’t realised existed on a Going Down Swinging CD originally recorded in my study in Cherry Gardens, South Australia from an idea that came to me one lunchtime in suburbia. But then, life is full of inexplicable synchronicities, isn’t it? I can feel a poem forming…     Portrait of The Poet by The Artist Himself, Holding His New Cell Phone Backwards 

         On the old website, one year ago today:  Maggie Ball’s review (on Compulsive Reader) of micromacro is very gratifying:  “micromacro is an easy to read collection which presents a light, gently spaced series of poems that appear simple as they cover the Australian terrain and glide over current affairs. Look closely however and the poetry is sharper, more intense and deeper – using cutting humour and painful structures to illuminate, radiate and open the mind to other people’s pain, to the pain we cause ourselves, or to the “rosetta stone” beneath our feet.” . MORE..         …