This is it.

This is it. I am going on tour.
I have my car packed with all my poet clothes.
I have a box of 150 CD’s in the boot.
I have cash.
I have a bottle of Gin and a Kaleidoscope.
I have a bunch of mix CD’s from all my friends.
I have Fiesta by Ernest Hemmingway.
I have a water bottle [...]

Christopher Robin.

So i feel a little bit blah right now. One of my friends once told me my secret super power is feeling. Yep, thats going to save the world. Well right now I feel… - weird. Nostalgic. Emtpy and a little bit lost. Stressed and tired. Fluxuated. Determined and grrr. Dirty teeth and no toothpaste. [...]

I love my red tea cup

The other day Adam and I were driving out of Brisbane and we got (about) TWENTY GREEN LIGHTS in a ROW! It was almost the most exciting experience of my life! I was moaning in delight and Adam tried to make me stop because it sounded disturbingly sexual but I could NOT stop! I was [...]

Tour Dates for Just Enough Dangerous!

The Just Enough Dangerous Poetry Tour!

Rhys is Traveling around Australia performing poetry, blowing socks of feet and being generally FANTASTIC.
He will be promoting his First Album - Just Enough Dangerous. $13 for 13 tracks of awesome amazing poetry!
Rhys has lots of official performances booked at sexy poetry events, but is also doing cute-home-made-shows. These can [...]

guess what?

Writing is Religion(ish)

My notebook got very wet and I spent a million years blow drying the pages. Now they are like the crumpled wings of a hit-by-a-car-bird. I think this is called Character.
Ok. I am telling you the truth now - God and Writing are almost the same thing. This is honest. Although I have always thought [...]

Clouds on my walls. Kisses in the fridge.

Things that you need to know:
I am painting my Studio blue with clouds. My Artist/Friend Mel Anquetil is helping me make it beautiful. Once it is finished i will be living up in the clouds. i will never have to come down because my fridge, kettle, matress and pillows will all be up in the [...]

Diamonds

Diamonds are made for vaults and, on special occasions, fingers. My own fingers. Because I know I can trust my own fingers. So why did I lend them to you? Was I mad? Was it the madness that lent them to you? I would never say those words, but a madness, a madness sitting deep [...]

A new poem…

Possibly did not consider our options.

If we grow wings where would we go?
What would we do?
Who would take us in?
Love us - lead us - teach us to swim
And breath underwater - hold our breath.
Pass English assignments - maths tests
Put out fires - climb tress
Plant saplings down on our knees
Go fishing - watch the [...]

I am distracting myself from editing.

“I’ve made alot of mistakes. I’ve made alot of mistakes. I’ve made alot of mistakes. I’ve made alot of mistakes.” - ‘Chicago’ Sufjan Stevens.
I love these word pairs:
‘Child Trafficing’
‘Heart Attack’
‘Sugar Rush’
‘Eye Contact’
Als0 - I have THREE small poems for you:
Talking on top of each other.
Conversations are houses of cards.
My hand is shaking.
I have red shoes
they [...]