I’m a catherine wheel
(you may not have realised that)
a roman candle
(singe your eyebrows off)
all gold and pink intense spitting light
flailing the night-sky
fire
shock the darkness
(spin explode display)
I’m a white hot astral
torturing device
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Australian-born, with English mother, has lived in several Australian cities and in London. Travelled widely. Way way back when, published widely as a poet and short story writer. For the first 20 years of my working life I worked as an entertainment journalist, publicist, PR consultant and in advertising and media agencies. In the second 20 years, I worked in marketing roles at non-profit organisations then retrained as a teacher, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees. Also did miserable McJobs, and a long, happy stint at an art gallery.
