This year the company I work for celebrated its fifth birthday by taking us all to Fiji for a conference/holiday. It was my first trip…
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Tag: nzpoetry
[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…
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
the teens yell about nothing and spit for nothing
a squat pigeon who haunts you
a daisy had glued itself to one
tiny dead face
tiny dead face
cultivated mushrooms seeking a little
more depth
at the troughs of soundwaves