I believed in Death unswervingly the moment my son was born. I had never before, I suppose, had quite so much to lose. It was the immediate raison d’être that I’d forever sought. Twenty years on and I am again admiring my sea view from a worn swaying tightrope, quietly nonplussed polishing reflections and crocheting […]
Lindsay McLeod
Much of Lindsay McLeod’s poetry can be found online easily enough and appears most recently in As It Ought to Be, Wailing and Gnashing, Backchannels, and Cacti Fur. Lindsay lives by the Port in South Australia with his blue cattle dog, Mary.