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 …
Sing for a winner …
Thank you to those who entered the glosa competition – wow! I love what each of you did with the lines you chose, and I’m guessing you had fun doing it. (I hope so, at least!) Picking a winner was tricky, but in the end I’m going with Jac Jenkins’ wired – I think it …
Revisiting Nicky’s house
Got a lovely special delivery the other day – Doesn’t it look fantastic? Yes, but what do Dunedin Scarfie flats have to do with Joanna Preston, Tasmanaut Poet? Quite simply, they’ve included a poem of mine in it: Visit to Nicky’s House. The story goes back a way. I originally wrote the poem for the anthology Under …
A Dark Feathered Art 