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When I arrive, quiet an uncommon chill holds but is not taken by the hooks of us, inside. Only the defeating bubble shrinks on us, and in our car, cooled late in the otherwise hot Malaysian night, we visit neighbouring kafes to drink tea, or to abstain, and are smaller–surrounded, but not taken–by unrequited rain. […]
October 25, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
NOT! Yeah, being an Australian (and so normally having exams in November) has never made it easy to NaNo. So, when I have attempted it, I’ve always felt pretty jazzed! Of course, now I have no exams, and should be able to get up at 3am before a full days work and make a mash […]
October 19, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
All our shocked–and secretly smiling–bodies. ~~~~~ Wow this is a short one (but I love it)!
October 12, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
Just a quickie! ;D ~~~~~ Watching you clack the keys. Board silent to me—your head wired to the sound; all I have is the plastic depression, the acoustic hollow. Though I see your neck bent over the perfection of your music. It is watching the smoke of a firework blow after the bang. The laser […]
October 10, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
All I really have to say, is that this piece took me… eight years to write (off and on) for my Honours degree at uni. Why did I think a creative disertation on orality versus literacy was a good idea?! ~~~~~ My Duet With An Artist You might say that Jacob is a paradox, an […]
October 5, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
Funnily enough, this particular poem has also found itself (as prose) in Playing the Dragon King as discussed on Monday. ~~~~~ Guys dance; lights splash across floating glitter. We move by the dance floor as dust on a struck drum clash by the bar, crowd barely a man deep— and stand watching us. Now I know […]
September 28, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
I didn’t think I’d write you another poem, not for this occasion, and not for many more. Maybe in another life, when we both must– but not now. Then you went and told me of the roller skates in your childhood: mud drains, sisters, and gave me a little, younger you. I have precious insight […]
September 22, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
I crack my toes in the morning —languidly— and I think of you, as if beside me. That’s how the phrase turns. The nitrogen burst, like that of an upward-open eye. Pop! Could we laugh at that? And I know. I wish. To laugh in bed with you. It’s only one morning were I wake —and […]
September 19, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
A bit different to last week’s entry, the Song of Dalsarion comes from two interests of mine: Dungeons & Dragons and writing verse. Dalsarion was one of those poor characters you roll up, make a back story for and get all excited about… which you never play. The idea for writing a verse novel started about […]
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October 26, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
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