Category Archives: Poems

A flower gifted is like a poem written on a paper scrap, recited, then torn to tiny shreds, cast to the wind and the worlds beyond where it will live forever for someone else to, some day, call it forth.

I flew across the mountain blue today ten thousand feet above the land, exhaling morning breath all sitting mist in fissures drawn by some old Dreaming stick in days when there were only dreams, when Totem gods played in the … Continue reading →

On a quiet street corner Down from the cafes A blind, grey-bearded bluesman Cups hands to face Sucks and blows a slow lament. Pure notes, meaning little by themselves Strung together create meaning and the blues Notes, man, islands … … Continue reading →

I do not have plans; I have intentions. I intended to grow the basil to seed, to spread from there for the next year. But a flock of goldfinches Had other ideas, and landed, all dazzling red and gold, to … Continue reading →

It’s silent here. But not. There is this hum, and if you listen very still there is this buzz as well, this long high tone of energy connecting. I don’t know if it’s in my head or out beyond. Stark … Continue reading →

From ‘House Warming’, Walden But I was interested in the preservation of the venison and the vert more than the hunters or wood-choppers, and as much as though I had been the Lord Warden himself; and if any part was … Continue reading →

You are destroying the sacred. You have lost sense Of what it is to be human, To be a people, A culture, To be of and in a place. You are destroying meaning And purpose And have replaced it With … Continue reading →

She looks good in a Stetson, all cowgirl in her chaps. The coolest Snood reflects her mood, but she wasn’t happy with that. She tried the Lady Panama with the larger brim. The Flouncy Bonnet With the bow on it … Continue reading →

She’s in love with Radical Chic The style Comtessa d’amour With a touch of wild untamed abandon, Speaking without words Difference and Grace and This Is My World To Make As I Want Without Your Oppressive Conventions Stifling Expression. So … Continue reading →

I saw you dance tonight Through the first floor window Your arms upraised in ballet stance First the one and then the other I knew it was you by your hair tie piece of lace you use to hold your keys. … Continue reading →

The eternity that only a child can know, an interminable drive through that wild and stormy night, on the Desert Road. . The window’s whistling – never quite closed – incessant whispering thoughts, bright flashes in the dark – and … Continue reading →

I believe in things I’ve never seen I believe in Africa I believe in Atoms I believe in the Rings of Saturn Call me irrational Unscientific Unprofessional I believe in transcendence and beauty and love I believe in the power … Continue reading →

I be getting me a piece of wild land with an angry creek, a drunk duck and a paranoid chook with a gully of kawakawa and a knob of oak sprawled out all bent and dripping lichen with kunekune pigs … Continue reading →