Tuesday poem: Rest and silence
June 26, 2023
The last woman looks up, languid, at the three moons hanging in the sky, and thinks of fruit, although she’s not seen an apple for ten years. How strange to be the last woman, she thinks, you’d think I’d be extraordinary, rather than simply the last. She scratches her scalp, realises that the bugs will outlast her, for at least for a week or so. She feels she should record thoughts, have a sudden itch for poetry, erupting like a wordy pimple. But there would be no-one to read it, should she drum out an elegy, despite that superfluity of moons, enough to drive a Wordsworth mad. She decides to nap the species into oblivion. The last woman yawns. PS Cottier
The book of poems made up of those originally published on this blog, called Tuesday’s Child is Full, has received a couple of positive reviews recently; here and here. That’s at Compulsive Reader and The Canberra Times. Both like the humour, which is refreshing.
Tuesday’s Child is Full
October 20, 2022
This is the front cover of my latest book, a collection of poems first published on this very blog. I am particularly delighted with that cover, which relates to one poem inside the book about the Australian White Ibis, or tip turkey.
I have been writing this blog for thirteen years, frequently posting new poems, usually on Tuesdays, hence the book’s name. Thank you to all readers who have followed/commented/read the blog.
The book can be ordered here, from In Case of Emergency Press, which is the best name ever! It is priced at $20 (AUD). Re-reading thirteen years of this blog and selecting the poems was an interesting process, only occasionally bringing on a cringe. Dealing with Howard Firkin, the publisher, was a pleasure.
I will shortly be arranging a launch here in Canberra. Details to follow.
PS Cottier 