Tag Archives: Tuesday Poem

A Late Walk, Matapouri Track To enter, I badly needed Vixen nerves, The courage of midnight, A shadow path Into the hollow clearings, The stink of den deepening With the starless darkness. Mortified I imagine hands, Feel the pelt forest, … Continue reading →

I’m Editor at the Tuesday Poem hub today, and  I am very pleased to bring readers ‘Some Last Things’ by Sam Rasnake — with author commentary as well. It’s a personal and beautiful poem. Enjoy! And for more Tuesday Poems … Continue reading →

Haiku for the piwakawaka Fantail, fly and swoop. Gotcha! You insect! Eat up, Eat up, my children. * This was written this morning by my 8-year-old daughter. She has a love of he piwakawaka, like her mother.  Here she is, … Continue reading →

  Margarita #7 (for Dinah and Bruce) To be a sailor, to sail away is not simply to love the sea. It is to plan, organise, repair, fix, create, repair again, improvise, contemporize, clean, stock, stow, pickup, put down, find, … Continue reading →

Floorboards It was like that long-ago moment when, after school, A girl lay on her bed, legs in the air, Peeling off black Lisle stockings to reveal naked legs, Pale, hard, strong and so touchable and fair. I was sanding … Continue reading →

  Prelude I The koru unfurls, loosening a careful hold and the sequence starts anew: bumblebees clamber on stamen, pistil; branch split by shoot as red leaf breaks from green, unconscious of days fog-filled at noon. II Out past the … Continue reading →

  Forty Four Sounds   * Mark Graver writes this about Forty Four Sounds: This was actually constructed first as a Dadaist poem, the words and phrases were selected then randomly drawn out of a hat.  This was done twice … Continue reading →

  How Do You Ask a Word to Come Dancing? In many many minutes awake and too often those that should be sleep I flail around with a frail butterfly net trying to capture the right word Words they sit … Continue reading →

Two poems this week, by two poets from Auckland with whom I shared the stage recently at Auckland’s Fringe Festival for the Spit.It.Out Spoken Word series.  Really cool to stand up with these poets performing, among other works, these here. … Continue reading →