John Arthur Nichol

John Arthur Nichol hates writing about himself in the third person, so I won't. I was born in a hospital named for a king, which now forms part of a hospital named for a prince, and I assume both will be subsumed one day in a hospital named for a robber baron, of whom Sydney's had plenty. 67 years later I've worked out what I want to do with my life, and it's something I've been doing all along. I write in verse. I'm not calling it poetry, but I write in verse. I can't help it. Verse happens all day long in my head as my thoughts mould to the flow of half-remembered melodies. English nags me with its rhythms; and if that's not bad enough, I'm compelled to rhyme. Irreverently. Just the facts, Ma'am ... 1955: Born in Sydney. 65 years of stony sleep ... 2020: Retired. New website for my writing. 2022: Epiphany. New website MK II for my writing. Torn between two websites (feeling like a fool). Still writing in verse.