Geoffrey Aitken
@8cakey.bsky.social
An awarded, widely published, South Australian poet and retired educator who writes on unceded Kaurna land. His debut industrial signature styled Chapbook ‘i want that in writing’, (Ginninderra Press 2020) was generated from his ‘open mic’ spoken poetry.
"All night long, all night..."
November 13, 2025 at 5:51 AM
"All night long, all night..."
You live where? Does she mail? Double choc. Hmm. Swap recipes - I'll get mine onto it. Still, I can't even get her onto Bluesky. What chance. I'll have to try harder.
November 11, 2025 at 11:51 PM
You live where? Does she mail? Double choc. Hmm. Swap recipes - I'll get mine onto it. Still, I can't even get her onto Bluesky. What chance. I'll have to try harder.
Death to the truth! There, I've said it. Free at last. 🤪
November 9, 2025 at 6:08 AM
Death to the truth! There, I've said it. Free at last. 🤪
I know the address. Excellent. Minimalism at its best. 💓
November 9, 2025 at 6:07 AM
I know the address. Excellent. Minimalism at its best. 💓
A shout-out. Hang in there. We love ya. 💓😇
November 9, 2025 at 12:27 AM
A shout-out. Hang in there. We love ya. 💓😇
Mood swing AND reset. Effing brilliant. Thanks for sharing. 💓
November 9, 2025 at 12:22 AM
Mood swing AND reset. Effing brilliant. Thanks for sharing. 💓
'Let it Grow' has been my 'go to' Clapton since I purchased the album in the mid-seventies. That guitar is food for cruisin' with a little old-fashioned 'dope' in the blood. Once, when it was easier to come by. 🙏
November 8, 2025 at 6:14 AM
'Let it Grow' has been my 'go to' Clapton since I purchased the album in the mid-seventies. That guitar is food for cruisin' with a little old-fashioned 'dope' in the blood. Once, when it was easier to come by. 🙏
Not sure if my reply reached you. "Straight shooting 'slant'".
November 7, 2025 at 9:35 PM
Not sure if my reply reached you. "Straight shooting 'slant'".
Straight shooting 'slant'. I like it.
November 7, 2025 at 9:33 PM
Straight shooting 'slant'. I like it.
Detailed. There is light in there. My eye found only spider light. I wanted you to be safe. I am not good with spiders.
November 7, 2025 at 9:32 PM
Detailed. There is light in there. My eye found only spider light. I wanted you to be safe. I am not good with spiders.
Poet. Lovely insights that held me with a woman plea. You are forced to bargain toooo much.
November 7, 2025 at 9:27 PM
Poet. Lovely insights that held me with a woman plea. You are forced to bargain toooo much.
I know that place, but without the whiskey. This poem says 'hi, how are you' to my memory. I hope everyone's on board. Plenty are still finding their way to this portal.
November 7, 2025 at 9:23 PM
I know that place, but without the whiskey. This poem says 'hi, how are you' to my memory. I hope everyone's on board. Plenty are still finding their way to this portal.
I'm older. Should have chucked in my lot years ago. Stood and stood in front of senior English classrooms, refusing to sit and show 'kids' how to grow up the wrong way. Then stress got hold of me. Burnout and trouble. Almost fully back together. I like your CV.
November 7, 2025 at 12:14 PM
I'm older. Should have chucked in my lot years ago. Stood and stood in front of senior English classrooms, refusing to sit and show 'kids' how to grow up the wrong way. Then stress got hold of me. Burnout and trouble. Almost fully back together. I like your CV.
The poet hunts ... an ill wind. Politically astute.
November 7, 2025 at 12:10 PM
The poet hunts ... an ill wind. Politically astute.
Always likeable. Not ready to go as far as you. Keep me posted.
November 7, 2025 at 12:11 AM
Always likeable. Not ready to go as far as you. Keep me posted.