[in these languid days of summer break, despite drizzling wet and occasionally cold weather, i remembered this poem from a couple summers ago] WARM FEETin…
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Jasmine O M Taylor Poetry Posts
I entered the Monica Taylor Poetry Prize 2025 and ended up getting on the shortlist! Hey-oh! 362 anonymised entries, whittled down to these fine folk.…
this is being human
[slightly edited from what i read at the octagon collective open mic wednesday 15 january 2025 with special guest Anna Maria Hong]
after the butcher has carved
after the cook has plucked
after the cook has braised
With blackened duck canvas coveralls removed to the waist, a filthy man sits before a stoneware plate at a slim rimu dining table.
it’s a matter of welcoming
desire moves the hand; pleasure, the mouth
I had to unclog the kitchen sink earlier
I used the hospital grade bleach gel
the venue is called Te Whare o Rukutia now
the notebook and I have returned
its yellow beak pierces my soul and my blood sings