The simplest of places that at every moment confronts with fresh ambiguities: ‘The world’s yard’: is it a tree-lined garden where children are playing?…
Has there been an Australian poet as troubadourish and piratical as Duncan Hose? The work is a response to an imaginary Auden’s (or someone’s) pronouncement…
A Crooked Stile takes a slantwise leap over the everyday, a fencer’s delight in parry and parody. Starting out from an almost out-of-body consideration…