-
Some words about sleep
Our brains need sleep. We all know that. Some of us need more sleep than others, but none of us can survive without it. The internet tells me “The longest… Read more
-
The Monday before Christmas
This morning the transit authority, due to operational issues, converted the timetable to a hybrid mix of half-hourly/all stops services. I am lucky, I don’t work for a clock watcher… Read more
-
Sports related poetry
At a 20/20 cricket match. Full sun, moderate breeze, fighting the urge to do a parody commentary out loud. The cricketThey say there’s nothing quite like it:Standing at the wickethearing… Read more
-
Christmas Number 5
A little local flavour today. This one is from the archives, having been written about four years ago. It was inspired by a trip to a very popular pre-Christmas artisan… Read more
-
Christmas Number 4
This is a poem I adapted to perform last at the farewell for the Wellington Feminist Poetry Club and the dawning of a new age….the launch of the Wellington Feminist… Read more
-
Christmas Number 3
The poem below was written for a work Christmas function that was cancelled due to unforeseen and non-covid related circumstances. A message from the magical Christmas Tree forest Deep in… Read more
-
Early mornings
Not much of an intro today, more flow of thoughts about mornings. Mornings are not that greatThe early birds, they say, get the wormsBut I don’t want to deal with… Read more
-
Christmas Number 2
Here’s a new one, written today. It is humid and rainy here, quite a grey day. As a resident of the Southern Hemisphere I have not yet experienced a ‘white… Read more
-
A Monday morning short
The imagesMy memories are sepia toned photographssinking furtherinto the bracken watersof time.My words arethe digital echoesflowing awayinto an unknown etherline by line. Read more
Angele Toomey Poetry 