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 …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 9
You could drown You could drown. You could tumble into lukewarm, greasy water, and hit your head on a frying pan and drown. Or keep slipping over when you try to stand up and back climb out. Or scrabble madly, like a spider in the bathtub when the family is away – no flies for you …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 8
untitled Down the hillside to the creek and the bellbirds singing their one mad song. A homestead gone so long all that remained were the things they'd planted. An orange tree, high laden and heavy. I remember thorns, branches grazed by cattle, and the scent of tobacco-bush. You took me down to the water, taught …
A Dark Feathered Art 