Report from over the edge (falling or flying?) Actors on this mundane stage (in prelude to dying)
Revel in our role as mobile mud, immersive experience.
Dutifully capped in belief we would spew pent-up poison But, taste! Fortified water vital with mineral dust.
Awake, world within moves sanely. Renewable lake, safe to trust, pours through this core. Pain soothed to prophecy: apocalyptic healing -- cleansing vision each from within.
May 28, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Saturdays June 5 & 12 I'm running a poetry workshop at the New South Wales writers Centre. Have a look at the Centre's webpage for more details. I really enjoy these two day projects & I reckon those attending do to.