Carl Walsh lives and writes on Wurundjeri land. He’s obsessed with Japanese novels (in translation), prehistoric sites, Roman ruins, medieval castles, 70s prog music, 80s pop, new wave, twee, shoegaze and the odd bit of punk. He can also talk for hours about coffee and micro-brewed beers. Did he mention he has ADHD? Originally a tradie, Carl snuck into uni in his mid-twenties, after two years volunteering in PNG. He’s almost always written poetry – some poems in this book had their genesis in notebooks while backpacking in 1997. These days he’s a public servant, with a wonderful partner, Liz, pesky delightful children, Isabelle and Owen, and a blueberry-addled spoodle, Sandy. Carl’s poetry has appeared in StylusLit, Meanjin, Westerly, Rabbit, Tokyo Poetry Journal, Shearsman Magazine, Cordite Poetry Review, Wales Haiku Journal and Southerly amongst others.
Front cover photo by Tug Dumbly.
