3 am and the owls are at it again. From our bed, I can see through the ceiling, through the slates and into the fabric of summer night. Without meaning, I am out of bed at the door in my nightdress, turning the key. The stone wall of our house hugging me close. Astride the …
NaPoWriMo – day 13
Gone of all the mistakes to land myself back in if I could focus on one moment it would be that one his eyebrow lifted, his lip almost curled and the words he could have spat at me laid instead in perfect syllables precious as any jewel I ever wore I have played it again, …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 12
These parts Where do you come from? Here. These parts. ('In My Country', Jackie Kay ) From underneath a rock and I'll slip back there when I'm good and ready. From somewhere back in the past you thought you'd discarded on an old park bench. From your own head, your dreams, your prayers, your worst …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 11
A Found Abecedarian for New Zealand Cricket A is for the Average test team that we have become, B is for Blog. Respect to Iain O'Brien. C is for State Championship, which nobody will watch. D is for Dhoni, E for Evan Watkin. F is for Firebirds ("there's always next season"). G is for Chris …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 10
Eel shed in the sea in deep salt water adrift on the current cellophane seafarer find your mother's shore glass-bodied wave wanderer navigate by star, by luck by taste of sweet water wet grass at night, eel road glimmer silver the bank, the waterfall, the lip gill and ripple further fish-snake, muscle-sheen witch-queen chimera kitten-mouth, needle-jaw …
A Dark Feathered Art 