After four glorious weeks of travelling through Australia I find myself on the shores of dear old England once again. It was funny to find that suddenly it's high summer. Less funny was noticing the enhanced security in evidence at Heathrow Airport. Londoners are a resilient lot and that's just as well. Meanwhile, a new computer is winding its way to my residence as we speak which should enable me to return to matters poetic and digital very soon. The mag's new issue is due out in September and of course I have plenty of ideas to work out, one or two new projects to outline and so on and so forth..
Oz was a dream of bliss and light. When I awoke it was still there. And so was I..
