This week is the last ever Wellington Feminist Poetry Club event due to some complex local issues (none of which reflect on the event’s producer or the pool of local poetry talent). WFPC is where I cut my teeth performing my poetry to a paying audience. At the moment the Wellington poetry scene is inContinue reading “Sentimentality”
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A little musing
No introduction to this one, it’s pretty self explanatory, I hope! Speaking easilyWords strung togetherAs a string of flickering party lights, distractingand drawing you in.I mention a Speak EasyI went to onceand you can smell the cigarsmoke hanging in the air.You suddenly feel the urgeto order a Manthattanor perhaps an Old Fashioned.Sequined fabric is pressingintoContinue reading “A little musing”
You become what you say
So, funny story….since I uploaded the poem about writer’s block I have been unable to pick up a pen. Worse than that, the very thought of uploading an old poem filled me with dread. Procrastination, dread and tiredness are conditions that can dig their claws into anyone. Today I finally built up the courage toContinue reading “You become what you say”
It happens to everyone…
It is important to know that it does happen to everyone, that horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach that things may never go back to the way they were. That the pleasant afternoons of lazing in the sun, words spilling greedily onto the page, are over. Yes, writer’s block happens to us allContinue reading “It happens to everyone…”
On Sunday I had my first covid shot, it went really well. It is fantastic to be on the journey towards a vaccinated population. I had grand plans to upload some new material but they kinda flew out the window due to life happening! Hopefully the wait is worth it! The owlI have heard theContinue reading “Tuesday, already?”
Poetry about forests, rivers, life, the universe and everything.
I have used my phone for this blog post, I will try to fix up the formatting tonight. In the meantime, hopefully the forests speak to you. Three rivers and their forests Daintree World Heritage Site On that summers’ day it was dark and hot Where the river ran wild Crystal clear water tumbling PowerfullyContinue reading “Poetry about forests, rivers, life, the universe and everything.”
Experiments with words
The poem below was performed live a few months ago when I was going through a particularly ‘experimental’ phase. I decided to give myself the challenge of writing a convincing narrative where I add to use three word phrases in a repeating pattern. I did not insist on matching syllable counts, thankfully. Let me knowContinue reading “Experiments with words”
Poetry about love, sort of.
A short and simple ‘observation on life’ poem: Unrequited love To feed an unrequited love Is to be a moon orbiting a planet You are held at a safe distance Suspended by the unseen force of gravity It is economical but you don’t really go anywhere Literally and figuratively.
The following poem is one from the archive, I wrote it one morning on my commute to work. The night before I’d had a dream, and the only fragments I could remember where sensations like running, having mist swirl about me and a liberating feeling of soaring/falling. Falling The soft edges of my vision slowlyContinue reading “Dreamscapes”
Well hello! This weekend has flown by, and my to list whilst not completed is a little shorter than it was yesterday morning. This poem is just a short little ditty that has some fun with rhymes. What is poetry even for?Standing on a soap boxCunning like a fox.Trying to make you understand aPoint, stanzaContinue reading “Sunday evening”