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, […]
Tag: Poetry
My poetry and comment on the poetry I am reading.
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 […]
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 […]
University of Auckland IDEA Brain Study
We had a couple of young wāhine come to our door and ask whether there were any ancient people, antiquaries almost, geriatrics, in the whare. Cushla said yes, as apparently, I qualify. The two young wāhine were academics from the University of Auckland who introduced me to a major study that was being undertaken through the University […]
Friendships – old and gone
It’s been an odd year for friendships. I’ve reconnected with people I went to primary school with over seventy years ago, and I’m constantly astonished at the longevity for some of my friendships. I guess the other natural result of a prolonged existence is that, on quite a regular basis, one or other of my […]
Skin Hunger – Solo ~ a theatre review
I’ve experienced ‘Skin Hunger’ twice before. My last review can be found here: SKIN HUNGER – Theatreview/ Then, the show had a larger cast, now it’s a solo work. I call it ‘Skin Hunger – Solo’. The original has been around the block, toured, evolved, changed lives, educated, titillated, provided work for actors and crew, been […]
Moe Miti ~ a theatre review
I will taste the bitter separation and oil my skin with it. I will listen for all that is old and with my ear pressed to the dirt, hear those who sing my name on the wind. In September 1966, Paul Simon released the iconic album ‘Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme’ and buried in the […]
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