Just finished recording twenty recent poems … 19 of which I have updated on this blog, and one has gone missing … or should I say “has been temporarily misplaced”.
Ironically, its the one about me being stuck in a small country town for three days after losing my car keys after a “Music, Art and Lifestyle” festival. Enough said about Dungog.
Here’s a nice game I played a month or so ago. A bunch of words that seem vaguely Shakespearean and a large white fridge. Inhale. Play. This is what I came up with.
Given enough poetic license, I suspect any combination would sound profound.