Life in space: Chapter One
In poems, space is just as, and sometimes more, important than words. In real time, Ground Control attempts to reach my brain, finds only static. ‘The circuit’s dead, something’s wrong.’ Continue Reading →
Category Archives: Poetry
2018 retro(/intro)(/per)spective
My immediate response when I try to search the Mines of Moria of my memory is usually a 404 error, and trying to think about the whole past year crashed Continue Reading →
Zopiclone letters
I write a lot to stupid things when I’ve taken zopiclone, which is a sleeping pill that makes me think I’m a creative genius when actually I’m an idiot
‘I dropped coffee in my handbag’ and other excuses
Found poems, sex dolls, drugged cats and robots – just another day, really.
Robots, writing and revolution
“I don’t see the point in writing about something that doesn’t really excite you; that doesn’t get right down into the base of your spine.” – Helen Heath
The power in the poem
One of the reasons I love National Poetry Day is that poets, by nature, are often shy skittish creatures who can most often be found in metaphorical mossy holes, muttering Continue Reading →
How to feel without feeling overwhelmed
I wrote a response to Bryan Walpert’s book Poetry and Mindfulness: Interruption to a Journey, for Booksellers NZ.
Poukahangatus – Tayi Tibble
In some ways, I am not the best person to write about this book. I am wary of taking up space with my Pākehā voice. Not everything is for me, Continue Reading →
Are Friends Electric? – Review
I know, I know: don’t judge a book by its cover. But when they’re as hauntingly beautiful as this one, it’d be remiss of me not to acknowledge it. It Continue Reading →
‘Floods Another Chamber’ – Review
My latest review for Booksellers New Zealand – James Brown’s Floods Another Chamber. It was a book I enjoyed technically if not emotionally.