WALKING IN MEMPHIS/MORNING ELVIS. Poem by Michael Leach.
Michael Leach joins the dots between Elvis, Memphis, Marc Cohn and Florence Welch. And teacups.
Michael Leach joins the dots between Elvis, Memphis, Marc Cohn and Florence Welch. And teacups.
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Michael Leach recalls a Superjesus/Baby Animals gig.
At the youthful age of 39 poet Michael Leach find teenage memories in a Newcastle museum.
Dja Dja Wurrung Country, Monday 18 September 2023 A new week has dawned outside this all-but-empty house in the country that I’ve come to call home. As Monday morn becomes more of a memory, I stay seated at my desk with a sick cavoodle on my lap and a view of [...]
sixteen red roses—/the first time we say/three short words
’ll never forget/the sights/the sounds/the (e)motions/of departing/Mum’s/Service of/Thanksgiving.
We are two writers and performers of verse born in regional Victoria back in ’83, two people who are now pushing 40, who are now moving even further from youth radio station Triple J’s target demographic.
A Michael Leach limerick recalls a precious moment.