A Song of the Barber
Sunrise over Greymouth, the township is aglow, Chasing out the spectres that wintry nights bestow: Shadows of prospectors wisp along the river’s brink, Dreaming of their fortunes, then falling in…
Read moreGrey District Library Poetry Competition Winner!
I am excited to announce that I am the winner of the 2015 Grey District Library Poetry Competition, which was held early as part of Friday’s National Poetry Day. My…
Read moreMen of Waikaremoana
Tane’s footsteps echo above orchestral rain, His feathered followers obedient, In rehearsed daybreak song. All else is quiet on the lake-front, Last evening’s thunderstorm, A dewy memory upon the landscape.…
Read moreEarly This Morning
I catapulted through the hemisphere, At full throttle, toward my other universe. Two words short of a poem, You spoke to me. I lost trajectory, At your good morning. Selfishly,…
Read moreSocial Graces
I squint at the screen to study the skin on your face. It is crinkling under the flash – or perhaps it is a permanent condition. We are beginning to…
Read moreAdults Racing the Modern Child
We Used To Have Time To Ponder Wonder Discover Dream Now you cram it all in a minute, an hour, a day, look it up, write it down, complete page…
Read moreAt the Base of Mt. Tongariro
A-gong* defines connections By geography. Heritage transcends our maps. We are locked in, By ancient memories. She feels it, too, Eurasian child of mine. Tears in her young eyes, She…
Read moreReunion
Countless, the years, to arrive at this cliff, weathered, like your face; steadfast against the breakers, unyielding to the tides. Once, I was the albatross, poised for flight, needing the…
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