Part 2: more musings on a museum

Museum Part II The museum is closed for renovations. Exhibits have been torn apart for storage and future reassembly. No new ideas are being accepted. The notion of dust is rejected. Visitors are not welcome to muse their way through collections. There is to be only the lonely desolation, the emptiness of forced stillness. InkContinue reading “Part 2: more musings on a museum”

Part 1: Musings on a museum

Museum Part I My new words are housed in this ancient museum Dust softly wafts down to stick to ink as it dances across the paper. Immediately redundant and tired they fade further into irrelevance with each passing second. This ancient museum is a place where ideas come to grow lonely. No visitors crowd the corridors it isContinue reading “Part 1: Musings on a museum”

Moments before a performance

I am MCing an event on Tuesday 31 May at Wellington’s in/famous Fringe Bar. The line up introduces a number of new and emerging poets. I love supporting people on the beginning of their performance journey. The newbies will be supported by some regulars – I love the way the members of our little communityContinue reading “Moments before a performance”

How do you say goodbye?

I attended a farewell for an industry leader this week, I shall call her Ms X for privacy reasons. Her knowledge is technically accurate and her vision is focused on strategic and systemic change. But it is not for these reasons that she will be missed. Ms X is one of the passionate professionals I’veContinue reading “How do you say goodbye?”

Career experiences

This poem started as a short piece of prose that was sitting in the archive for quite a while gathering dust. I find myself in a completely different context now, I work in an environment where new ideas are welcomed and initiative rewarded. My unsolicited career advice for you would be – if you aren’tContinue reading “Career experiences”


This poem was inspired by my regular commuter trips into Wellington. Wellington Station is quite beautiful, and becomes a hub of activity at peak times when people are filing into the express supermarket, in line for ticket purchases, wanting to register items at the lost and found desk, and generally rushing to get to workContinue reading “Loneliness”

Who owns beauty?

I have a number of roses in my garden that flower despite the amateur level of care I provide. They are mostly older varieties that have been here since the sixties. Many are richly perfumed and have the most amazingly full bloom. But that’s not what this poem is really about. English rose The beautyContinue reading “Who owns beauty?”

Waking up to good news

Congratulations Australia on surviving a 6 week election campaign in which candidates bulldoze tackled small children; non-one knew what the OCR was (or why it matters); and someone who “doesn’t hold a hose” seemed to be forever donning hard hats and high-vis. There will, of course, who are disappointed that they won’t have the seatsContinue reading “Waking up to good news”

Letting go

Primarily today’s poem is a reflection the slow process of losing someone to dementia, for example Alzheimer’s. All the things you remember become tales from a strange land for them: strange, and frightening, tales they don’t want to hear and you don’t want to tell them again. The poem also reveals a fear that lingersContinue reading “Letting go”