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Poetry

March 20, 2017

the sun’s glitter reflects off the water which pools and whirls into pale pink with purple hues light catches around all the edges of your body   i lay back and watch the steam rise from the water  the way the smoke ends from a chimney before it drifts into the small century of the […]

March 13, 2017

So there’s me, sprawled across the bed eating bits of biscuit like Bacchus, and you, half out of a suit, looking at me as if I’m street-art you scraped off a wall on the way home. Wine-red dress spilt on the floor, so drunk we pulled the mattress from the bed and crushed a packet […]

March 3, 2017

  I am walking in circles besides square windows: you do not stay to hear my answers.   Space never knew the balance between apologies and presence. Plates find their way to the dishwasher, tucked   beside each other down the bank. The plateau of two conversations that meet their end,   get tangled, walk […]

September 4, 2016

Objectively speaking ‘Hera’ is a beautiful name even if in formal situations you introduce yourself forthwith: ‘Lindsay Bird’. A half lie   propagated before the whole in which you deliver sincerely the lines: “I am savant in the breeder business I’m re-elongating pugs’ noses.”   With your hair pulled back a nondescript audience— nodding—fails to […]

August 7, 2016

I think I’ve found my new favourite hobby in Wellington. I attended a slam poetry event in the low-key, dusky vibes of San Francisco Bathhouse. Having a keen interest in poetry, I decided to take a break from religiously attending theatre, and instead I shook it up with a night of hearty, local poetry. I […]

August 7, 2016

i noticed you were dead last night when i came home from a party. you were there floating on the surface,               caught mid-accession from the tank. your little yellow belly was already beginning to bloat. full-stop mouth paused open, astonished at its end. you had met your fish-sized demise, my friend? i grabbed a […]

July 26, 2015

I see you Māori girl trying to stand in a foreign world on your own land I see you Māori man nodding your head Hiding the shame taking the blame I see you e Koro chiselled face so delicate, so precious yet out of place I see you e Kui staring through me with tears […]

May 24, 2015

I couldn’t pay my grocery bill yesterday but you bought $7 chocolate milk. I put back the bulk tub of margarine but you bought $7 chocolate milk. I even had to return the cereal, on special for ‘$2.99’, but you bought $7 chocolate milk. I had only enough to pay for white bread and precooked […]

May 18, 2014

My dearest sleep, you are but dreams,
A world I briefly conquer.
Though ‘twould be wise to leave your arms…