AUNT GRAY, OCTAVIUS AND I

This is me (looking disturbingly like the front cover of a book) reading the poem “Aunt Gray, Octavius and I,” an early monster of which was first published in The New Quarterly, and which can be found, pretty much domesticated, in my debut poetry collection, Plum Stuff. I highly recommend buying a copy or two, if not for the poems (the public’s a little poemophobic, these days), then for the illustrations, which I also did, with inks, and oils, and crayons and, in more than one instance, coffee.

As best I remember, this poem’s an absolutely true story. But it’s hard, with so many things competing for one’s attention, to remember all of ’em.

Enjoy!

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