Lost One day past our second anniversary when the mountain tried to take you from me. A stranger at the door, using the name I still thought of as your mother's. The colour drained out of my clothes until they were as white as an avalanche. The stone weight of cold punched the windows in and …
collective (noun) groan
I'm sorry, but I have to post this – it's not poetry related (except indirectly) but it is wordie. (And appropriate for this site, given that the central section of The Summer King is based on collective nouns.) Feel free to groan as loudly as you wish. I have a number of poetry friends who …
favourite poetry events?
New Zealand doesn't have a National Poetry Month. We get Montana Poetry Day instead – this year on Friday July 24th. Super-important for me, because that's when The Summer King will be launched! So the question is simple, and open to anyone and everyone who reads this blog: apart from the usual things like readings, workshops …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 17
I once read (and now frequently repeat) that a writer can be defined as someone who finds it impossible to look up one word in a dictionary. So today's ReadWritePoem prompt felt especially apt: Write a poem today about a word trail. Pick a single word and play with its synonyms or mess around with its …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 16
Noah’s Daughters When he said we must cut off our hair, we said nothing. We’d already stripped the house of its timbers – the rooms' painted skins sagging inwards, membranes that swelled with the wind, the emptied lungs of some mythological beast, drowning in our heavy air. This is another one that I’ll add to the …
A Dark Feathered Art 