I meant to post this last week, but Friday ended up being insanely busy, and the weekend not a lot better. Last Thursday night was the launch of Dear Heart at Ed Hopper Cafe and Bar. In typical Christchurch poetry event fashion, the weather was utterly vile. Sleet, wind, driving rain, and temperatures that refused …
Saving the night
(Originally I was going to add the word “sky” to the title of this post, but I like the possibilities suggested without it.) In an interesting bit of co-incidence, it’s just been announced that 4300 square kilometres of the MacKenzie Basin has been declared a Dark Sky Reserve – the biggest in the world. How …
Venus in Transit
I'm beginning to worry that I have lost the ability to just write a poem. Yesterday I was supposed to be working on a poem that I've had in my "working on it" file since 2009. It's a nice piece, and is going in interesting directions. Reading Lynn Davidson's Common Land (I’m reviewing it for Takahē) …
Rattler? I’ll take the snakes.
Just as my browser refreshed to tell me that I had successfully published my post about Full House, my house started shaking. Magnitude 5.2, in Pegasus Bay, just off New Brighton. I managed to get my chair pushed back and was ready to dive under the desk if things built any more, which is several …
Full House for the Dead Poets winter workshop
Hooray, all the places on the winter Reading for Writing class have been filled! (And yes, I just like repeating the phrase.)
A Dark Feathered Art 