A bit of a do it’s Friday it comes around quick around here – up and down all around returned serviceman and he’s worked like the devil an Egyptian slave in the scorching sands of El Alamein and what a racket ! but not as bad as those artillery shells Michele, I think she…
Month: July 2016
that god
that god if we must show god to another we need a god of not kill not a god of kill a god that washes hands of us like filth when we kill in that god’s name do anything in that god’s name but embrace laugh lift each other upward…
Gone to Kuranui (for June – toku tuahine) a sun blazed hour where your smile returned idling, dawdling – such grace along the sands at Paekakariki where ancient sea smiled and hills watched how they shone sister like these – as green as the sea rosary beads her mother, she said had thought it proper from her to…
Out Walking
He sets out early, the man with the dog. The shapeless trousers bound with string, and he holds his manuka stick high – tap, tap, always the same speed, and the collie is in step, glancing up, his coat bouncing, flicked by the wind. Man and mate, out again; a circuit of The Downs; each…
The Funeral
Funeral coats heavy and low, trousers riding spit-polish brown, knuckles whitening on the handles; old and young, surprised at the weight. They always are, the bearers of the dead. It was hardly a funeral at all: a hymn to which no one knew the words, strains of notes in a soul-less hall. No vicar. Not…
twentieth-century german verse
twentieth-century german verse reading the Penguin book of ‘Twentieth-century German Verse’ bought of a year it sold new for $1 & 25c, a year long before the wall was manhandled down and dumped, before the jokes about putting it back up ever started. bought of a year i was learning the bits, bolts & grammar…