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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Worked in the Australian rock music industry as a journalist and published widely as a poet before moving to London and spending the better part of a decade in advertising agencies. Returned to Australia and tried teaching, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees but also briefly as a high school classroom teacher. Has travelled Western Europe, North Africa, Russia, Northern India, East Asia, coastal USA, some Pacific Islands, and Australia.
