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  • Life at the Red Traffic Light

    It’s only been a couple of weeks since New Zealand moved to Red under our covid management framework. https://covid19.govt.nz/traffic-lights/covid-19-protection-framework/ This time it seems the country has taken the move in… Read more

  • Understanding

    If you have read 3 or 4 of my poems before you will know that I often reference particular muses or inspirations. One of the common sources of inspiration is… Read more

  • Rethinking erasure

    Usually when one thinks of erasure it means that something or someone is being diminished, perhaps permanently removed. The connotation is that that erasure is bad. Today I decided to… Read more

  • Time for a tanka

    So omicron has escaped our border controls and found its way into the community. It was only a matter of time. As a sensible response the whole of New Zealand… Read more

  • The last diary

    So it’s almost 2am local time and my brain is defiantly kicking around ideas. It started with me thinking about climbing attic stairs as a way to step back in… Read more

  • OMG, this is twee!

    ButterfliesSometimes when an animal is bornit’s formis essentially what it will become.The caterpillar though is different-it needs to survivelong enoughFor a a change, so difficult.It locks itself awayFor a painful… Read more

  • The ways we remember

    Today there are two completely different poems centred on the theme of remembering. The act of remembering is complex – a memory can be triggered by the slightest thing: a… Read more

  • The pavlova

    Soft peaks roseonly to be covered,weighed down by expectationand a history of disappointments.It’s little wonder we allcrack a little under the pressure.Life’s confection overly relianton a saccharine finishand false compliments… Read more

  • The first two years

    We have now been living with covid19 for two years. Some 5.44million people are no longer with us because of it – they were all someone’s daughter, son, sibling, parent,… Read more

  • Back to work

    So summer break is over and I am heading back into work. If you have thoughts on what inspired today’s poem please leave a comment! Becoming what is expectedThe colour… Read more

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