it’s a matter of welcoming
desire moves the hand; pleasure, the mouth
observe[r]
it’s a matter of welcoming
desire moves the hand; pleasure, the mouth
a squat pigeon who haunts you
They aren’t paying me to say this, but
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
no bra, no worries
equidistant in time
in space Raki watches
as I walk Papa’s spine