Skeletons, cats, and ravens
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 →
Category Archives: Writing and books
A tribute to Edgar Allan Poe
“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 →
Who’s the boss?
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 →
Key bone and cats
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 →
Know desire
I’ve been reading a lot about the writing process lately, mainly from my lecture notes for school, but also some local essays. There’s a few things that most people agree Continue Reading →
More words pls
Despite being bedridden for days, I’ve managed to make minor progress with my short story for school. 2,700 words. I need at least 3,000. Tell me, what do girls talk Continue Reading →
Lembas/In your absence
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 →
In library, in life
I know it won’t be there. I know it, I know it, I know it, and yet there I go, and I turn down the aisle, and my heart leaps Continue Reading →
Moths
Four small moths pressed against the outside of the window silver grey triangles The light is on in the hallway they want it they think it is a moon drawing Continue Reading →
I’m not giving this post or poem a title, because like my dad I don’t think art should be named. It should be about what the person receiving it thinks Continue Reading →