cultivated mushrooms seeking a little
more depth
at the troughs of soundwaves
observe[r]
Tag: poem
it rains outside and it’s going to rain frequencies any minute
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.
cotton night-gown
sheer enough to pull my eyes
she pulls the curtains and it’s blue
her whale sings with Takaroa
wails to the shore of us
breath leaving a body
is a karakia
equidistant in time
in space Raki watches
as I walk Papa’s spine