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It occurred to me (while cataloging my books to figure out which ones are coming to Te Kauwhata) that I’ve talked quite a lot about poetry on this blog but have not yet ‘put up or shut up’, as the saying goes. I write poems on bus tickets. That’s it. That’s my schtick. Some of them are quite good. Some of them are very good. Some of them are really bad but those ones didn’t make it into books.
I started in 2017 with my first volume, Ticket to Write, post-titled The Purple One, much like how Star Wars was post-titled Star Wars: A New Hope, when I, like George, realized that this thing I had made was not in fact a one-off.

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Midway through 2018, I had enough poems stored up in the box on my dresser to print another book, so this had to be The Indigo One.

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It was better than the one before, because in my opinion (and the opinion of the local friendly English teacher) I’ve been getting better as I go along. Still, please do not buy it. Please download it for free. The next book, at the beginning of 2019, was The Blue One. I recommend this one particularly, because it contains a poem called The Brain’s Gray Matter Looks Like Spaghetti, which is deeper than it sounds.

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The final instalment (to date), published earlier this year, is Ticket To Write: The Teal One. Unsurprisingly, it contains poems about NASA and America.

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I have The Green One underway, but it is proving difficult, because the bus company switched to ticketless travel, and there was a pandemic, and I got a car, and I’ve had a really hard time focusing lately, but I’m hoping the change of scenery coming up in a week or so will help, and then I will have poems about the New Zealand countryside, and about worrying about peaking at twenty-five, and about how the best people carry space around with them.
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MTFBWY.













