Matt Moore made an offer on his blog the other day.
I have another life. A few times a month I stand up and do performance poetry in various pubs & cafes around Sydney. Sometimes the punters love it. Sometimes you could hear a pin drop in the pained silence. Thems the breaks. I’ve been doing this for a year and I’d like to broaden my horizons.
Would you like a poem written for you?
Yes. You.
This is a crazy notion so of course I accepted. A couple of Skype calls later and Matt is crafting something around a personal bugbear of mine. The quid pro quo may be that I have to write one back.
This could be fun.
