Walujapi carved a snakelike track Along a cliff-face Planted an impression of her buttocks When she sat This was her camp This was the beginning The beginning that never ended (not yet anyway ~ big bang) The dream of me Rests That dream of you Lives Mists residing in rock crevices Trees (that oxbow lake, […]
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Vision from Gaza
I met her On her road to Damascus Or so I thought Sun shone on the grit sand Glint owning shards of light Spreading them like a warm disease of the mind She wore her hair in unfashionable ringlets Screwtapes missing That was not all Something else was Not quite right She was pretty Hard […]
Vision from Gaza
I met her On her road to Damascus So I thought Sun shone on the grit sand Glint owning shards of light Spreading them like a warm disease of the mind She wore her hair in unfashionable ringlets Screwtapes missing That was not all Something else was Not quite right She was pretty Hard though […]
‘Are you a girl who used to be a boy’, then the follow up ‘are you Finn’s Mum?’
Rāhui Day 29 (31): Shit, it’s those odd numbers again. Oh well, just have to live through them, I guess. Hard to believe it a month since I sat in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs at Maungakiekie and watched my Cushla coaching, our Finn shooting arrows, and George Corbett trying to strangle me. I […]
I’ve never seen myself as a number. Ever.
Yesterday I took the coward’s way out and said nothing about ANZAC Day and the mindless jingoism that surrounds this faux commemoration. My news feed was filled with blood red poppies, sepia photographs of young men in uniform, long dead heroes smiling at the dead eyes of thousands of long-dead cameras. We deny the conversation […]
Lockdown: Rāhui Day 28
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. […]
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 […]
Lockdown Flashback – Rāhui Day 10
Rāhui Day 10 (12): Body clock chimed all day. Saturday is Youth Archery & club shoot day but not today. A good smattering of nostalgia between the funny Facebook quizzes, some long overdue cleaning, and all that Twitter hate. I give as good as I get on Twitter and I’m actually much funnier than most. […]
Earworms at Midnight
Thinking about Billy Bragg and the sad, youthful illusion of hope. Thanks for that ear worm at 11.30 at night, Billy. ‘I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites It’s wrong to wish on space hardware I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care.’ A New England […]
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