Tags: Brad Frederiksen, easter, Kiersty Boon
The world is full of eggs and rabbits. Fertility abounds. Spring is sprung in the North. Bring on the original celebration, a pagan festival of fucking. (Sorry, my Christian friends, but we were here first.)
Here is my favourite Easter poem. Eostra by Kiersty Boon (from her book which you should own, The Poet Busker).
And in more good news, Brad (of Maekitso’s Cafe fame) arrives today for a visit. It will be the first time we’ve met in person and we shall be experimenting with the video camera, so look out for some video poetry performance madness soon.