Bodysurfing

I’ve got a poem, ‘Bodysurfing’, in the April issue of Australian Book Review, which is out this week. It’s only eight lines but I promise they’re all gold, every one of them.

Of course, in the unlikely event the promise of eight hand-tooled lines by yours truly doesn’t seem enough to justify your $9.95 (which makes it a mere $1.25 a line, or 40c a word), the issue also contains the winning entries in this year’s Calibre Award, which has been awarded jointly to Kevin Brophy and Jane Goodall. Both pieces are worth reading, but I definitely wouldn’t miss Kevin Brophy’s truly horrifying account of life with the neighbours from hell, and the secret violence of suburbia.

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