Book review: The Yield
I signed up to review some poetry for Booksellers New Zealand. The nerd in me is ridiculously happy.
I signed up to review some poetry for Booksellers New Zealand. The nerd in me is ridiculously happy.
I’m trying to cobble together some poetry at the moment, from memos and fragments and notes on napkins. It’s not going great but it made me think about language and Continue Reading →
‘WHEN I SAY I FORGIVE YOU, KNOW THIS./ I did not bury the hatchet./ I have the hatchet in my hands./ I am building myself a new house. That was Continue Reading →
“I tell people, oh, I’m organising Naked Girls Reading, and they go: whoa what’s that? and I’m like… Naked. Girls. Reading. How else can I put this?” – Genevieve Fowler
Hera Lindsay Bird was here for the Nelson Arts Festival. So I took a bunch of painkillers and drank a lot of coffee and went, because. Well. There’s no way Continue Reading →
I am a terrible procrastinator. Or do I mean I’m a good procrastinator? Whichever one means you do it a lot. Once I start writing, I love it, but I will find Continue Reading →
I’ll be taking a little break from the blog, from now until early January. I wanted to say happy holidays, a huge thank you, and highlight a couple important things Continue Reading →
“Poetry and protest go well together… Poetry is by nature subversive.” A little while ago a friend gave me this incredible book, The Poetry of Protest. I’ve been reading and Continue Reading →
Last weekend I performed as part of Wellington Literary Crawl, an annual event showcasing the spoken word in unusual and exciting ways. I was invited by creative director Jo Randerson Continue Reading →
My poetry blog is called “I pretend I’m a writer.” When people ask me what I “do” I usually mumble something along the lines of being self-employed and change the Continue Reading →