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Month: March 2011

A post! And a new blog

Posted on March 10, 2011 by writehanded — Leave a reply

Instead of reading, lately, I’ve been writing. Not here, obviously, unfortunately, disappointingly. But here, and on Tumblr, and on paper, and at work, and when I am meant to be Continue Reading →

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Lembas/In your absence

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I’m not reading not today maybe not ever But I’m nervous for you in the density of the cafe your knees knock mine your fingers clutch your eyes dart You’re Continue Reading →

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Sensible

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‘C’mon’ he coaxed her into the ink, the black water She wasn’t bothered by the waves lapping at her thighs The night sky blanket on her shoulders, the empty stretch Continue Reading →

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Moth

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Four small triangles silhouetted against the outside of my window The light is on in the hallway they think it is a moon they press their naked pale undersides against Continue Reading →

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Kids

Posted on March 9, 2011 by writehanded — Leave a reply

Once upon a time When we were kids And we felt like kids And we thought like kids And we could watch a puppet show on a sunny Saturday afternoon Continue Reading →

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Mozart

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They lived like paupersTheir only wealth in pen or paint or piano Nights alone in rooms lit by candleWanting, waiting forThe right word or colour or noteSome line that would Continue Reading →

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Song for Apirana Taylor

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An old Maori man brought us his ancestors on his tongue Spit them out for us laid them down told them with fluttering hands and played them, their hollow ghosts Continue Reading →

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Three alarms

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The penultimate alarm  Is not like the first, which prises your eyes open from dreams  So you catch a glimpse of the light sliding through a gap in the curtains Continue Reading →

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The last word

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I like to have the last word To build up to it, state it gently quietly a final breath But it never really is,is it, the last There’s always something Continue Reading →

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