“sometimes we are hurried // others proud and standing // sometimes just enough to write // sometimes, which is the real poem, // we do not write at all we let nobody have it.”
printing poems in so called Melbourne
bi-monthly poetry collections and sporadic ephemera.
no more poetry respectfully acknowledges the Traditional Custodians of the land which their publications are planned, collated and printed, the Bunurong Boon Wurrung and Wurundjeri Woi Wurrung peoples of the Eastern Kulin Nation. We pay respects to their Elders past & present.
