I’m addicted to your desperate rhythms, I rise and fall with your breath When you stop I stop, breathless. I’m starving for your neatness, your careful fingers sewing buttons with Continue Reading →

Also, wrote a poem inspired by the epitaphs of Virginia Woolf, F Scott Fitzgerald, Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson, and some word by Byron and a dead linguist/accentologist. Continue Reading →

Today we learned about endings How to create a lingering sense of full mouth and belly, or the lasting sting of a slap, something unvanquished, unyielding How the shortest letter Continue Reading →

Alllmost finished Vincent O’Sullovan’s Let The River Stand. I still think it’s a masterpiece but it has all gone a bit odd, or maybe I’m just not educated enough to Continue Reading →

Reading Vincent O’Sullivan’s Let the River Stand and loving every word. It’s amazing the intensity he can inject into everyday scenes. He focuses right down on the smallest details; the Continue Reading →

Finished reading Essential New Zealand Poems, and The Cat’s Whiskers. Currently working my way through the first three editions of the local literary journal Hue and Cry. Very excited about Continue Reading →

“Works with obvious meanings cease to be art” yet we must not be obscure for obscurity’s sake the meaning should be clear, flowing just beneath the surface Like a heart Continue Reading →

I once sat in your lap dragged my fingers across your face hooked a thumb on your lip then left you alone in the dark   I insist that you Continue Reading →

I was reading some more of the short story/poetry book B gave me last night; New Zealand writers on cats. Some of the poems are totally beautiful, I especially like Continue Reading →