I’m sitting down for an interview with Waffle IronGirl, me on one end of old faithful (Facebook Messenger), her on the other. I’ve – somewhat unwisely – started off proceedings […]
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A Waffle On with Waffle IronGirl
Author: Tim Train
Timothy Train lives in Lalor with all his friends. Oh, wait. He means cats. And chooks. And a whole bunch of bees. When he is not appreciating the wild life, he is busy avoiding work or very occasionally writing a poem or two. He blogs at http://willtypeforfood.blogspot.com, self-publishes Badger’s Dozen, and poets at the Dan O’Connell Hotel on Saturday afternoons.
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I want to be boring
Why should poems always be interesting? For some time I have wanted to write a poem that is perfectly bad, or boring, or both. On purpose, I mean: poets strive […]
Now that the Dirty Thirty poem-a-day-for-a-month challenge is upon us, it seems an excellent time to write less than I ever have, and even that could be too much. There’s […]
I have heard it said that page poets look down on pub poets, and I know that pub poets often return the favour. When it comes to pubs, pages, and […]
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The wisdom of the heckler
An empty can is worth 1000 words. Heckling is bad taste’s revenge on good taste. A bitch in time saves nine. The open mic without the mic. The voice of […]
As a poet, at some point you will of course have to tackle the subject of nothing, writing about the fundamental nothingness of existence, or the basic nothingness of something […]