Another Lost Shark Publications

Stolen Moments is Belfast born singer-songwriter-poet Andy White’s second collection of poems. The pages shimmer with decibels of rain, dreams of Go-Betweens, monochrome clouds & convict skies and are inhabited by the likes of Alice Cooper, Bono, Dylan, Ginsberg & Godot. To quote the man himself, reading Stolen Moments is to open ones self to the sound of ‘real life rushing in’.

Stolen Moments is now available to order for $18 within Australia and $22 for the rest of the world (all prices include postage).

Payment Options Within Australia:

Preferred payment is by paypal – send money to geenunn(at)yahoo.com.au and be sure to make a note that it is for Stolen Moments.

Cheque / Money Order can also be made out to Graham Nunn and posted to:

Another Lost Shark Publications
attn: Graham Nunn
86 Hawkwood St.
Mt. Gravatt East
Brisbane QLD 4122

To query re: other payment options email me at geenunn(at)yahoo.com.au

Payment Options Rest of the World:

Payment is by Paypal in US Dollars only – send money to geenunn(at)yahoo.com.au and be sure to make a note that it is for Stolen Moments.

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Sample Poems:

in brisbane, when it rains

it’s 3:43 in a brisbane suburb
and I am staying in a
poetry house
bare-walled
uncomplicated

all around me
many-shelved bookcases of delight
containing the true holy writ
of the beat generation

on the radio
people discuss
drought statistics
water solutions and
a pipeline from the north

the rain starts swiftly
not separate drops but
a deafening sheet of water
confounding drought statistics
blowing talk of pipelines
into the middle of
next week

and just when you think it can’t
the rain on the roof gets louder
and just when you think the poem you are reading
with its list of mundane details
can’t get any longer
it increases in length and adds another verse

and the mundane details improve with each
repetition and you end up
so severely
impressed
you doubt your own
verbal sanity

for lord I have heard the word and
I have felt its power
I have witnessed public anger
private animosity
emotional severing and
passive acceptance of
the verb the adjective and the
non-rhyming conjunction

I am in a place where
the word is both king and queen
and metaphor is a holiday destination
where the king and queen go
to take a week off from meaning
from the cruelty of
here and now

then the rain eases
the noise on the roof decreases
the decibels descend
and I am drawn towards sleep
my brain racing with images of
czechoslovakia
and spain

paragraphs and public laughs and
poetry and all its worth
spread out in front of me
like an audience
super-sized
around a table

clock says
3:54

love you

*****

avenue B

hauling gear
past second-hand stores
and dusty cafés

I saw the man
I once was
smoking outside
a coffee shop
leaning back in a straw chair
inhaling

he glanced at me
just for a second
our eyes met
and I looked away

straining and sweating
concentrating on
keeping the wheels of

the bag
the case
my guitar
a ukulele

from falling off the kerb

eyes down
the only way
forward

nobody’s getting off this planet alive
declares the woman in front of me
to anyone who’ll listen

I’m listening