My Heart is a Viking Funeral

you’d wake at her breast
bound to be close by
float and some to a Viking funeral

Sunday, I discovered a new form of poetry. A mash up between found poetry and bibliomancy. This poem is constructed from randomly chosen fragments of three different books. 

Line one comes from Simon Kindt’s No Revelation, two from Tim Winton’s The Turning and three from Amanda Oalmers The Art of Asking

This is just the first taste of what’s to come. 

Image: Ashley Bogacz

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #24

Being analogue is good for poeting! This is the fifth card from last week’s digital hiatus (but yes, only the fourth posting!)

Image is Georgia O’Keefe’s ‘Ram’s Head/Blue Morning Glory’. A call and response (if you have a rather broad interpretation of such) to the last card I received.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #23

A card from Nicky, arriving out of the blue, is not unheard of here. Last week it was good to be able to return the unexpected correspondence. Plus proof of existence for friends, when one drops off the radar, is possibly useful and kind. 

Postcard is by Emily Craven (@imagesforjoy)

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #22

With digital communication on hiatus this week, I’ve enjoyed extra forays into Postcardia. As much to let those close know I’m okay. But also because I’ve got a little extra time to play.

Image is James Jean’s ‘Reclamare’ and all his postcards are from Memu: 100 Postcards published by Chronicle Books. I think this now leaves me with fewer than half a dozen of these cards left (I haven’t sent all 100. I am not sure how many Kim originally sent me!)