for morning and evening sung the Salah like a Sufi, singing for Mecca in country Victoria living out of his battered van now, a self printed collection of poetry mostly just giving them away to people who believe the Word is Great The kind of Poet who writes herself notes in pen, on the backs of her hands, and her palms are for private messages The kind of Poet with a cultivated air an elegant lion tamer, of precise attention of command and direction, within the cage but beyond bars a whipped and bewildered lion The kind of Poet who sees evil portents and is undone like flying shoelaces, and stumbling blackbirds who drains half empty glasses, and then witnesses in the empty glass an unbearable symbol of optimism We should run a competition at the end of Overload Maxine. I'll be a judge, since otherwise it's not likely I'd even be on the shortlist. I wouldn't want to go up against Mr Pantaloons. I'm not even kidding. Paul would kick my arse. Community Shopping Cart We're Seeking Muslim Writers Overland 's CAL Connections essays attempt to foster greater cultural diversity in the journal through a series by emerging writers from marginalised backgrounds. This time around, we're looking for Muslim writers.