[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…
observe[r]
Tag: dunedin
this is being human
after the butcher has carved
after the cook has plucked
after the cook has braised
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
the teens yell about nothing and spit for nothing
The end of October 2021 was a gift to writers and writing fans as we were home to the NZ Young Writers Fest. I even took a day off work.
her whale sings with Takaroa
wails to the shore of us
breath leaving a body
is a karakia