Gone of all the mistakes to land myself back in if I could focus on one moment it would be that one his eyebrow lifted, his lip almost curled and the words he could have spat at me laid instead in perfect syllables precious as any jewel I ever wore I have played it again, …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 12
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 7
Raising the Admiral Frankly, I blame the goldfish, but who else could man a fleet so far from sea? Apart from me? It came to nothing. No, to less than less than that. The Iowans were waiting, and now Nebraska’s burning. Oh farewell, farewell, the endless fields of corn, where I dreamed of ships and …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 6
untitled Setting sun, this shadow-gathered dusk in her eyes – she who taught me to read is lost. Long night after night, the words seep into pages, become river-mist, dissolve away by dawn. A broken cloud, her mind become a tangled skein of thought and blindness. She calls me by my mother’s name, asks the …
A Dark Feathered Art 