Weeds grow where they want to; not where they're told to...
George Anderson grew up in Montreal and presently lives in North Wollongong, Australia. He has published a wide variety of poems in about 100 publications worldwide. He edits the print journal Ephemeral and you can visit him by clicking here.
Skunk
one deep-throated whiff
is sometimes sufficient
to jar you
to awaken you
from this day-glo-
brought-to-you-by-existence
it’s the unseen
that lies just below the surface
which really matters
which needs to be evoked
which stirs us from the obvious
from the deadening predictability
of existence
just one whiff can sometimes
cause a splintering of your world
of your ego-
of your iron lung of truth.
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‘Anderson is amongst the best underground poets in the world today’. Ralph Michael Chiaia, Editor, Literary Chaos Magazine
This new chapbook is a cynical and funny account of life, sexuality, love, violence, and motorbikes. It is often raw and exhilarating, the language well-tooled and crafted. David McLean (Autoerotic Elegies)
Like its poems, Thin Ice sits solid and heavy like a fat man on a sea saw. It’s grounded and sweat stained. Profound and profuse. Ben Smith
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