Once upon a time When we were kids And we felt like kids And we thought like kids And we could watch a puppet show on a sunny Saturday afternoon Continue Reading →

They lived like paupersTheir only wealth in pen or paint or piano Nights alone in rooms lit by candleWanting, waiting forThe right word or colour or noteSome line that would Continue Reading →

An old Maori man brought us his ancestors on his tongue Spit them out for us laid them down told them with fluttering hands and played them, their hollow ghosts Continue Reading →

The penultimate alarm  Is not like the first, which prises your eyes open from dreams  So you catch a glimpse of the light sliding through a gap in the curtains Continue Reading →

I like to have the last word To build up to it, state it gently quietly a final breath But it never really is,is it, the last There’s always something Continue Reading →