Singing & Drowning By Janet Kenny “I have a song to sing-oh. Boy, do I have a song! I was a young, inadequately prepared singer, fresh from New Zealand and it was the…

Singing & Drowning By Janet Kenny “I am basically a formal poet who ignores the rules. Music has always dominated anything I do, and music is something I can’t escape in poetry. As…

Singing & Drowning By Janet Kenny “It was definite. My father’s good sister had declared the state intermediate school, where she had taught, to be unsuitable for me. Instead, I was to be…

Singing & Drowning By Janet Kenny “All my conscious life there was talk of war. Later, it was The War Effort. My mother went once a week to help out at the Patriotic…

Singing & Drowning By Janet Kenny “The house I grew up in had the atmosphere of a dark bruised place. I do not know whether that was unusual in those times. My mother…

Singing & Drowning By Janet Kenny “When I was young, I believed that nothing ever happened to people in small towns. Only growth and pain. Life and death. I traveled around the world…