The Queensland Poetry Festival is over folks. Round ups exist, and hopefully you saw some your good selves.
Thanks so very much to the Lines crew for having me, to Betsy Turcot for sharing the stage with me, QPF for letting us do it in front of people and to anyone who came and watched.
Matt Hetherington reminded me that it all will be forgotten, and forgetten it will be, but for the moment before the sparklers went out, I enjoyed the beauty in the flames.
Now. Which way to Melbourne?