Poetry is ephemeral and yet often sinks into our very pores.
It seems to be about nothing, but it really explains everything, it spotlights nothing and yet often illustrates the way.
Poetry, good poetry, is a confrontation with an epiphany.
It has been said that when the cannons roar, the muses lay silent and so with the climate change cannons primed, a substantial challenge faces our present-day muses.
And that was confirmed recently when a panel of four Australian contemporary poets seemed to agree there was little they could say that would affect fellow Australians and so...