Michael Hall 
The last Friday Poem for 2020 is by Dunedin poet Michael Hall. End Poem Not everything falls or fails; rocket ships still roar into the next world like a boy after feeding the dog one cool evening twelve years old scaling the sun fading face of an unwalled barn clutching for terse straw, fingers seeking … Read more
It’s Phantom Billstickers National Poetry Day! All week this week we’ve presented new verse on the delicate subject of fucking; today, we present a poem of much greater significance and importance, by Michael Hall of Dunedin. Constructive Criticism Awww come on ref The guy’s clearly offside Aww come on ref That’s not a penalty Aww … Read more
New verse by Dunedin writer Michael Hall. After… The organs begin shutting down is there a panic in the body’s house – a few resigned to stay like, in war, before the rat-a-tat advancement merely miles away of the grey enemy a hasty packing someone saying leave the piano, leave it another sits, … Read more
New verse by Dunedin writer Michael Hall. The Survivor Series Jeff, I used to watch the show Jeff, I liked the first two well enough I suppose Jeff, I came back for a later season Jeff, one day instead of the island it will be the planet you will be voted off The … Read more
New verse by poet Michael Hall. Tip Top Bread The sound that a loaf of bread makes when it hits the supermarket floor – is the sound of a heart breaking. No one really hears it, though a few nearby in the aisle might see the person picking, to stoop it up. Then trying to … Read more