Jackson is a great human and a stellar poet, and so I decided to review their new collection I Am A Human for the Unity Books Auckland website (oh yeah, by the way, we have one of those now, look … Continue reading review — i am a human being
inch-long lines nearly faded now
/ wounds inflicted by spiral binding
/ at the start of semesters gone by
/ bookselling is a contact profession Continue reading A catalogue of my body’s scars (to date)
last time all of us a smaller, self-contained, of the moment kind of all of us we sat at the water she went into the ocean her feet cautious then enraptured the elongated vowels of a toddler whose life is overwhelming/exciting/in danger pick one she’s not sure herself trying to stamp down the water as it licks her ankles swift kicks and sun hats and sandals up on the sand we watched and laughed and talked and said we’ll keep in touch Continue reading Salt Lick
Booksellers NZ review blog – How Does It Hurt? by Stephanie de Montalk. Here’s my latest review for Booksellers NZ. I felt a very deep connection with elements of this book – a memoir/essay collection/non-fiction wonderland focusing on chronic pain. Stephanie’s own experiences … Continue reading Review: How Does It Hurt?
I trim the stems of
hospital tulips with my
ostomy scissors Continue reading Hospital haiku. December 4–8.
the curious circumstances where the cool kids across the way off-season students play music from their kindergarten days and the appropriateness (for the unwilling listener) that the closing track of the evening is ‘suicidal girls’ because of the way that i would do truly anything to get that racket gone their speakers and voices both Continue reading get off my lawn
the karaka tree was full of berries we couldn’t eat them / orange and hard tiny cherries of another time crushed them between our fingers and rubbed into the grass I scared myself into scalding hot water / the only way to be sure that I would bite my nails chew a knuckle bored in the boughs die a death of karaka-stained teeth a small blonde body in the jonquils Continue reading the karaka tree
Tumblr has become my confession box; this place remains slightly more honed. But my most recent ‘yes, this deserves a frenzied Tumblr post’ moment seems to have grown and spread, an idea or a virus. The end result is what will tell the difference, I suppose, but ultimately it is this – what are the fears that are creeping on my mind, and will writing them out, sending them into the internet (so the world and the ether all at once, audience depending) change anything? Will admitting them in this space lighten the load, or simply provide more ammunition for … Continue reading fears
i do not want sympathy
i just want to be better /
i want to not have to use this page
as a diary or a one-sided counsel Continue reading held
i am unsure of the space that i inhabit my motive unclear Continue reading it goes on.