Rāhui Day 28 (30): a 13 hour working day. Cushla took me for a wee walk. I behaved … for the most part. Walking sticks are useful (reminder to self: not with Mr Bridges). Coffee in the sun on the lawn watching some pretty classy shooting. Media given $50m and bitched that it wasn’t enough. […]
Month: April 2025
‘Speed is Emotional’ – a theatre review
I enjoyed and appreciated Jo Randerson’s Speed is Emotional and you will too. It’s unique, and you really should see it. The season plays through until 03 May in the Q Theatre Loft, so you’ve no excuse. Book now. My ancient Mum used to say I was a creature of habit. This was seventy plus years ago […]
Channels
There you are Clear As air Ice cold as a winter morning in Central Park Or snow-bound on the mainstreet of Oslo I am crying and it’s not me It’s you I am channeling you You are cold To me you are cold You bring no sweet release Only sustenance Soul food Your pain I […]
Lockdown Diary 07 April 2020
Rāhui Day 12 (14): Prepared for an online team meeting this morning but it’s actually tomorrow. Spent a lot of today rewriting handbooks for work. Pretty pleased with them really. Then started a governance report for a board I’m on (Archery New Zealand) while Cushla shopped. Talked to a gorgeous human on Skype. She’s getting […]
Akróstichis #3 ~ Where I Drew Some Blood
Just as it always was, that’s how it is Before you came I didn’t know you, or dream of you Now that has changed June and July, never months of joy Or sweetness, more like months of drudgery and grind Midway to winter’s sallow end and Ploughing the flurry of some imagined deep regret Welcome […]
Insomniac Faith (endless truth)
(For Cushla: Valentine’s Day 2009) You are there Of course you are there Where else would you be (would be your answer) Where else but here Heart knows Head Not so assured It is an endless fascination Skin like shot silk Then Light through yonder window breaks Breaks up Cracks up There you are I […]
Akróstichis #1 ~ The Enchantment (for she who is embedded in the text)
Smiling Even (at least sometimes) in the wrong places Magic ~ I doubt you own up to that ~ Played out in All your silent tongues In all the dialects we both may anguish over Forgotten by morning Indiscrete nights/discourse denied Objuration unspoken/agreed? Not, it would seem (sighs suggest otherwise) Articulate blushes speak the unutterable […]
e iti noa ana, na te aroha *
(For Cushla) There is so much space Between me And the sky In every way Less between us That heart of yours Sends shockwaves Sun blasts from the sky Heats the back Pacifies Drawn deep from the belly Of Papatuanuku You are wild You are Full of storm You are the eye of your own […]
Akróstichis #6: Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (My Dream of Poliphilus)
Each, reaching out, both Out there, beyond what our cultures find endurable (is that a word?) Under the guise of the norm Just you and I (it seems, others too, like her and maybe her) Out, way out, and it’s way too late to change that thought, so Here we are in this whirlpool, as […]
Akróstichis #5: Despite lead paint, we are as a matchless Hotere
Instead of wondering Perhaps, just perhaps, it would be better to come clean: Me, you, all that pretending Each of us living in this ‘between the lines’ canto Judicious though we deem it to be it Overlaps into our singular raw reality when we Hold tight to each other in moments of transcendent tribulation Don’t […]
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