Obligation of the Octopus

  Arms with minds of their own. A body that can morph through openings. Three hearts beating boom, boom, boom to the call of the ocean. Like escapologists obligated when opportunity presents itself to freedom beyond the tank. Blue blood beating, beating, beating. Octopus of song. Octopus of story. Octopus of science.   By June … Continue reading Obligation of the Octopus

Ten Things About Poetry and Me: J.R.Poulter/J.R.McRae

1.What is  your earliest memory of poetry? I’m told, I knew all my nursery rhymes by heart before I went to Kindergarten. So someone, possibly my mother or maternal grandmother, taught me. My love of verse came from listening, firstly, to my father recite comic verses by Lewis Carroll and melodramatic poetry by Mrs Felicia … Continue reading Ten Things About Poetry and Me: J.R.Poulter/J.R.McRae

Magic Fish Dreaming MAKES IT!

We're so happy and thankful to announce that Magic Fish Dreaming has the green light. Our project has lift off thanks to you,  all our wonderful backers. We are so happy to know this book is going out into the world and grateful for everyone that believed in us from the first mention this kickstarter … Continue reading Magic Fish Dreaming MAKES IT!

Magic Fish Dreaming – The Journey

I invite you to join my Magic Fish Dreaming Blog. This blog is to keep you up to date with the project to create the book Magic Fish Dreaming. If we are able to raise the funds through kickstarter you can expect more beautiful pages like this. This is only a rough placing of text, as … Continue reading Magic Fish Dreaming – The Journey

Mother, Father and Child – From the notebooks

I continue a journey through my journals and it is inspiring me to want to keep a detailed one again. I find lists of trips we made, parties we went to, wildlife parks we were at, names of all the people we spent a lot of time with, books I read and more. These days … Continue reading Mother, Father and Child – From the notebooks

Sorry Poem – Miranda speaks to her lost child

i am sorry my lost one that choosing a name for you has taken so long it's just we had to find it for you when we were swimming in the butterfly tears i thought i knew it before you were born but we you were here and gone so soon the name we'd picked … Continue reading Sorry Poem – Miranda speaks to her lost child