PICK A PART THAT’S NEW by THE STEREOPHONICS. Poem by Michael Leach
I find myself on my own/in the Forum,/flying solo/at the first gig/Iāve ever dared/attend without a friend.
I find myself on my own/in the Forum,/flying solo/at the first gig/Iāve ever dared/attend without a friend.
Poet Michael Leach riffs on visiting the Elvis exhibition at the Bendigo Art Gallery.
This Labour Day,/I find myself walking/while listening/to Uncle Pat/by Ash.
well-stocked op shopā/she sifts thru clothes racks/to find/an alternative/while I scan CD racks
Michael Leach celebrates his birthday with a song and a poem.
Martin H Samuel recalls a moment of sliding doors, of opportunity, of a question, of an answer..
Three short, playful poems. Marriage, Elvis, Lennon and McCartney.
The spindly showman/Shuffled on stage/Dressed as black as night
day one and two Zep II, day three and four Zep IV, four sticks/ the ciggie slim-jims keeping company with Bonham fills of tom-tom
When I was with you I felt like Paul Westerberg /Yearning, hopeful, bruised but romantic