For Kevin   Liminal spaces are those in between like stairwells, and ladders   and strange, uninhabited lands glimpsed from train windows   There’s really no secret to going forward Continue Reading →

For Steph Sometimes you find people even though you weren’t looking for them and you thought you’d lost them long ago When you put two and two together and come Continue Reading →

For Kris   Whenever I can’t sleep I think about my nights at Morewine smoking illicit cigarettes out of the upstairs window   The day we hosted Fun Palace the Continue Reading →

Here’s my first review, of Sue Wootton’s The Yield, which begins: ‘In attempting to describe The Yield and my response to it, I found myself referring again and again to the poem Lingua incognita, Continue Reading →

My position is imprecise Your greater momentum makes for a consistently inaccurate measurement To even the close observer, I am obscured, distorted by magnetic proximity They may try to establish Continue Reading →

A poem for Ed   The day we met, we walked along Wellington’s southern coast, the dogs and the mountains in the distance ahead   we called for them – Continue Reading →

A poem for Ashleigh Young.   All the best things I’ve written are stolen used and reused, patched together from other, better things by other, better writers from books out Continue Reading →

I’ve moved to Wellington for three months to study poetry at the Institute of Modern Letters, with Hinemoana Baker. Eep!

Watching a tui make its way along a thin branch I sit on the front door step with my feet on the welcome mat   The blue sky, on first Continue Reading →