April 2013 Blog Posts (11)

The process and the poem: An interview with local poet Rhiannon Hall

Bellow is a lovely write up of me, by my friend Chloe Higgins. Thank you Chloe for offering to interview me and for representing me and my writing so well!

This interview first appeared in Tertangala: UOW's Student Magazine: The F-Word (2013)

Who do you write for?”
A couple of days earlier, I had sent Rhiannon a list of more than 15 questions. She sent me her response shortly after. It totalled over 2,000 words.
As we walked…

Added by Rhiannon Hall on April 24, 2013 at 12:56 — No Comments

The Lost Boys

The Lost Boys


A nation celebrates the mourning of closets and vacuums

peppering the horizon, 

with deadly uniformity


no mans land

beyond cellular perception created with oblivion

exemplifying teamwork as the authority best qualified to evolve into culture.


yet for those who don’t live the war


comfort the dark rage of ceremony, the lost boys of Canterbury, a taciturn bugle laying waste the cylinders…


Added by Raymond H Wittenberg on April 23, 2013 at 10:51 — No Comments

Plastic and vast

Oh to write at this level. This is Poetry

"And what if all of animated nature
Be but organic Harps diversely framed,
That tremble into thought, as o’er them sweeps
Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,
At once the Soul of each, and God of all?"

Thank you Mr Coleridge

Added by Andy miller on April 19, 2013 at 9:52 — No Comments


The Eolian Harp


composed at clevedon, somersetshire

My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined

Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is

To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o’ergrown

With white-flowered Jasmin, and the broad-leaved Myrtle,

(Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!)

And watch the clouds, that late were rich with light,

Slow saddening round, and mark the star of eve

Serenely brilliant (such would Wisdom… Continue

Added by Andy miller on April 19, 2013 at 9:43 — No Comments

Tu Parli Italiano

Whether vous parlez Francais

Italiano or Portugeuse

You must Fala with a decent tongue and

Don't crumble to the "control" disease

When a Homme is Piqueno

Who you hoped would be tall

Or a comrade succeeds

When you desired them to fall

Don't scream


for you see love, we are not some brand of tree

Differences differentiate

Colours make a Sea

Energies opposing

Make one big energy

So smile… Continue

Added by Andy miller on April 18, 2013 at 20:04 — No Comments

In response to Country Boys response to Perceived attacks of Rudeness

The famous fable The Kings New Clothes appears to apply to you Country Boy.you seem to have an extroardinary belief in your self.

You have asked me to answer my critic (singular) and I shall.

Twice now you have mentioned the ridiculous presence of a line in my poem "me mummy me mummy me mummy encumium. You suggested that I perhaps had forgotten to take my medication?

The line is from a famous poet from Ireland who had no ability to talk or walk or see clearly. His name was… Continue

Added by Andy miller on April 17, 2013 at 22:54 — No Comments

Ugly Town

Ugly town

Sitting in a corner

Little Jacky Horner

Tiny emotional foreigner

An angry face with weak lines

Busy headache feeding rhymes

With a Bachelor in Anti-Social Chemistry

A chemically anti-social flea

Miserable sounds

Miserable words

Miserable energy

A town too bordered

Houses too whoredered

Where's the New World Order?

Skid marks on the windows

Believers playing Bingo

Linger low

Stay at… Continue

Added by Andy miller on April 17, 2013 at 11:16 — 1 Comment

Young, really young.

Country Boy. If you don't understand something please don't make immature offensive comments.

Poets referenced 6.

If you don't know what a word means, that's ok.

The ME reference is entirely a joke on Christie. (He's a poet........ famous for making up words.)

The reason I have only posted one of my poems on here is probably because of a fear of immature attacks like the one from you, but I also understand that there will always be this uneducated negative element. You're… Continue

Added by Andy miller on April 17, 2013 at 8:44 — No Comments

a ME poem

I'm a twat

And a frosty one at that

Ice pick tongue

And a sledge hammer hat

Bullet riddled conscience

Trigger heart trap

Try to find the eye

In the strange soul

Of the human stump

Comes the slump of the insane guy

Me mummy me mummy memummyencummium

And some arseholes aeolian harp

The same fucking wind that blew past harmony

Just settled on a cig butt and a half eaten tragedy

Scream past me you mother fuckers

Ring your… Continue

Added by Andy miller on April 16, 2013 at 8:02 — 1 Comment





A man will die in Laos.

Today, and tomorrow.


Today and tomorrow

a man will change a tire.


Behind him a mountain

in its 50th century

of slash and burn.

A waterfall, rapids.


A boy drinks methanol

at a Blue Moon party


on an island

where the souls of the dead

are rarely encountered

but often…


Added by Adam Aitken on April 3, 2013 at 2:14 — 1 Comment




And what shall

you do with yourself

oh tiny poem

in the vastness of white space,

your privilege?

Added by Adam Aitken on April 3, 2013 at 2:13 — No Comments

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