I’m late for a date with my blog! Someone flicked the winter switch while I wasn’t watching, and meanwhile March and April slipped the selections by. Better late than never … There are albums to talk about, as well as strolls through Soundcloud. I’m wandering…
Words fall Like feathers on the sand I did not plan the poem I only obeyed its rhythm (from The Dice Player, Mahmoud Darwish) A live set, recorded in a secret cave at Melbourne’s Half Moon Bay, which faces West across Port Phillip Bay…
