Month: December 2015

1 She heard the lock turn, footsteps in the hall; a pause, on the floorboard outside her door.   6 o’clock.   2. The clock stopped and who knows what time it was?   He heard the intermittent twitter in the trees, the rush of wheels on the cool tarmac; eyes fixed on the one…

  Something unravels and disperses as we, each step taken, walk out the accumulation of lifetimes….our pasts pounded into asphalt poured onto paper and canvas gone with the rolling over of relentlessly passing seasons Steps which take us beyond to where we have not been before where no ancestor has been… Maori say that we…

My mind is wandering My mind is clear My river is meandering over smooth rocks Rivulets split into their own paths much like mine trickling over brooks nooks and finding crannies Places to grow and be nurtured Lamb raw Wild salad Iodine on skin Rock salt blended together with kumera straight from the pot laughing…

This is an anarchy poem! Church is a social experiment It’s a place to stage your event Dressing up with hats and gloves on a Sunday Words exchanged eyebrows raised Organ plays Pews create a nostalgic view from when you were an innocent wooden and resolute straight backs in your seats No whispering lads No…

if you don’t listen at the time time time at the precious time when you begin to love in time one note one tooth one flower   if you don’t hear the one one one the one writing trying to write one by one one song one face one day   if you don’t learn…

His hair is a wild sea of waves tall and standing, and wispy wavelets They rise and fall on a tough chest and he presses a quivering leg to mine It is always so: he roams the hills of his dreams, threading through trees, sniffling in lupins, racing in the wooded lanes Now he dreams…

Lace:trellis interwoven threads trace patterns in my head fine needlepoint that pierced through the fabric of my thought and connect me to you I hold you to the light but nothing shines reflections shade the paper where have you gone ? I heard a tinkling laughter with your smile the sun has you now the…

What doth beyond my window break? Tis the moon, Her face dressed by the stars, A blanket of clouds caressing her lips…      

We are limited in the Cyrillic language to 26 letters I will post them to you Don’t limit the space in your heart for forgiveness We are bounded by the bandage of hate that holds dominion let it creep away and we will not bleed to death We seem immersed in time, yet my mind…

The last bloom has gone. The gate is closed. This is a cottage of stories. They are within rough-sawn walls, closeted under a peak roof. I want to go to each room, feel the raised floral walls, the give of the shiny floor. Cobwebs cling. A starling is at home. One day I will open…