Yesterday you Zoomed Friday drinks to at-home colleagues and it seemed perfectly reasonable.
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Tag: poetry
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
it rains outside and it’s going to rain frequencies any minute
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.
here’s a taste
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