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 moreSunrise 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 moreI 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 moreTane’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 moreI 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 moreI 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 moreWe 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 moreA-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 moreCountless, 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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