Monthly Archives: April 2012

The last of April…

The month is over and the poem a day project is now complete.   I’ve ended where I started – with observations and reflections on things happening here and now. Later today I’m disappearing for a while  to refocus my head … Continue reading

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#29… and counting

#29… and counting.

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#29… and counting

Widower Widower from down the road walks dogs. The long lurchery sort he used to have are gone – I miss their lope, their narrow faces, their wet round eyes and swoop of tail. Now it’s rescue russells – two … Continue reading

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Story – poem #28

Story toe to toe knee to knee eye to eye you and me hand to hand face to face snatch a kiss embrace embrace cheek to cheek thigh to thigh heart to heart sigh to sigh lip to lip cry … Continue reading

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Poem #27 Narrow Boat

Poem #27 Narrow Boat.

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Poem #27 Narrow Boat

Narrow boat Red and green on black water motors through Victorian underbelly of the towns and secret places of the spaces in between. We learn balance how to be rocked to sleep cook on a swaying stove slice onions on … Continue reading

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Poem #26

Longing Among the leaves the hot light filters cool through green the air silk I breath the red scent of cherries. A good year a glut too full too fat-bellied for the birds to strip this year we will all … Continue reading

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Margaret stories #1

About Margaret She hated that hat too tight too brown too someone else’s head. One afternoon she threw it over a garden wall held it by the thick felt brim and flicked it flat through cherry blossom air frisbeed it … Continue reading

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Brazen…Poem a Day for April #24

Tulips They die so well petals openopenopen bending over backwards to be beautiful their sex more and more exposed more and more desperate. Choose me they scream at every passing bee until their reckless craning rubbernecking is done and every … Continue reading

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Eden

Colin McCahon was a NZ painter. http://www.nzhistory.net.nz/media/photo/takaka-night-and-day-colin-mccahon Takaka Night and Day (Colin McCahon) The valley is ruched into fat folds upholstered plush with grass and from this green womb everything will come Eden will make itself here and snakes will … Continue reading

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