In Guernica the dead children Were laid out in order upon the sidewalk, In their white starched dresses, In their pitiful white dresses. On their foreheads and breasts Are the little holes where death came in As thunder, while they were playing Their important summer games. Do not weep for them, madre. They are gone …
An open letter to the players of the Canterbury Crusaders
After the earthquakes, you were one of the things that helped us all hold on. You were a symbol of unity, of the ability of Cantabrians to pull together and get through what were then our darkest days. I’ve been a fan of Canterbury Rugby since I came to live in New Zealand, twenty-five years …
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Gail Ingram – A poem for Christchurch
My friend Gail Ingram, who is a Christchurch poet, writer, and editor, has done what I don’t seem to be able to do and put eloquent words around some of what we’re all feeling. And Radio NZ had the immense good sense to whip her into the studio and record it. Have a listen: https://www.radionz.co.nz/national/programmes/afternoons/audio/2018687085/a-poem-for-christchurch …
There are no words
To the homeless and the hunted may we always open doors, may the restless and the weary find safe harbour on our shores. May you always be our dreamtime-place a spirit’s glad release. May you always be our shelter. May we always live in peace. Those aren’t my words. They are from the song "Shelter", …
Kia kaha
Oh Christchurch, we’ve bled so often over the last few years. I don’t have any words for the way I feel right now. I don’t believe in God, but I am praying to the universe that the police stop the people who have done this, and that no-one else gets hurt. Stay safe, people. Hold on …
A Dark Feathered Art 