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February 21, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Bio Note
Simon Sweetman is a writer in words and of Wellington, but also of words and in Wellington. They live in a house they haven’t bought yet and maybe never will but they fully own the idea of the house. They pivoted to poetry when music journalism was cancelled by the fans of Robbie Williams. They […]Archive
February 20, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Robert Forster and Quiet Heartbreak
Robert Forster from The Go-Betweens wears a suit all day. I cannot prove this but I bet he sleeps in it. (Maybe takes off the jacket). I chatted with him once in a café in Wellington. Bought him his coffee and a bite to eat. He signed my record, “Thanks for the sugar-free slice!” His […]Archive
February 20, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Altered-Ego
My swimming coach called me by a different name for something close to two years. It was hard to correct him from the pool – so I never did. I just demonstrated the strokes as best I could when he asked ‘me’ to. “Everybody watch John”, he’d say. And the kids in the pool would […]Archive
February 18, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Temporal
I’ve got a thing for poetry that does not rhyme but not all of the time.Archive
February 16, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Only Me / Lonely Me
it’s only me he said to no one at all [only me – lonely me] it’s lonely me he finally said suddenly everyone was listeningArchive
February 16, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Trainspotting 2
The movie Trainspotting 2 had a huge affect on me. Far more than I thought might be the case. And though I’ve never felt the woolly warmth of immediate opiate afterglow, I connected with the characters more so than in the case of the first film (A classic, sure – but Trainspotting 2 didn’t celebrate). […]Archive
February 14, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Unfinished
If you want me I’ll be hunched over my computer, beating its keys like they owe me money, which – technically – they do, it’s true. And with no real likelihood of ever recouping the cost I’ve tossed my dreams away but keep writing every day. I’ve no idea how to end this.Archive
February 13, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Modern Living
I know better because we all know better which means you think you know better than me and whilst I’m sure you do I also think it’s probably true that I know far more than you. Thank You social media. Thank You Wikipedia. Thanks for everything. And nothing too.Archive
February 12, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Prayer
in the wink of an eye all will be gone be as kind as you can wish happiness to all, cast free your enemy they deserve as long as you it’s not long enough for any of usArchive
February 11, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Roger McGough
Roger McGough has done enough, but I’d still buy his brand new stuff. He got in my head when I was young. I must have left the door open, given him room to move. (I’m glad I did). He has his own key now, the rent’s all paid. He made his bed by telling truths. […]Archive
February 10, 2020 by Simon Sweetman