I’ve moved to Wellington for three months to study poetry at the Institute of Modern Letters, with Hinemoana Baker. Eep!
I’m choosing Hinemoana Baker this week for two reasons. One, because she’s a dear friend and I love her work. And two – oops, that’s three. Three, she’s just been Continue Reading →
This poem was published in Issue Two of Sweet Mammalian earlier this month. I didn’t intentionally go looking for another poem on the feminist theme, I just happened to like Continue Reading →
This has been one of my favourite poems for a long time, and often one I choose for readings, because it sounds great and the ending always gets a good reaction.
Jane Arthur’s Progress is published in the latest issue of Sport magazine, which I am currently working my way through. This is a poem best read aloud, with a kind of Continue Reading →
Poem of the Week – ‘My Mother’ by Frieda Hughes, daughter of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes.
Carrying the white basket on one hip down past the empty vegetable garden a low hum of bees in the flowering gorse The path down here is cracked concrete Continue Reading →
I am an expert at wasting time give me yours, I will use it all up too quickly and too quietly for you to notice I can eat hours, Continue Reading →
1. She awakes slowly to the row of bottles on the bedside table Her tongue is heavy and sticks to her lips Each leg is petrified wood, each knee Continue Reading →
I thought I heard a morepork last night, calling in the dark Echo, repeat, breathe Breathe, repeat, echo unanswered But it was just my own voice Whispering ‘sleep, sleep, sleep.’