Tag: Michael Stratford-Hutch

iv: aftertaste; burnt coffee   I spent eternities in that café waiting   asking the room to take its place at the foot of my table kick off its shoes and start talking telling me                                      everything   […]

ii: for example   during the convergence the resident’s real success was their invention of the forced poem   a poem with no substance no tangy flesh or love or beauty no forethought architecture or structure no driving force lightning arc great fire of creation no kindling spark or seed simply   obligation default position […]

i: manifesto of the forced poems   forced poem, noun: an anti-poem non-being inexistence   e.g. pressing        exhausted fruit;   wringing a dry cloth with expectation of a pouringout;   forcing   the contents   from a void Michael Stratford Hutch completed this poem as part of the Tasmanian Writers Centre Hot […]