a Sargasso of monologues that were all attracted to the noise – Clive James As the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, gyre of voyaged pl...

Yabase Shichoku planted a thousand cherry trees on Mt Kinsh ō and asked friends for poems; I was one of them. Making flowers your li...

for Leicester Kyle   1  a plank bed in a gully  and a woman there with  a buckled mouth my hand  plunged deep in her pigfern  ...

First comes feet, on tippy tippy toe — a stretching, a reaching for approval, perfection, a cracking a creaking, a split and a snap, ...

TORCH  I was born the day my mother stopped being pregnant            a full-baked warm wetness taking its first breath flame flickering,...

Matiu/Somes Island, Wellington Keep your distance you’re new here rough-edged and arrogant One step closer and you won’t see me...

Who needs your stunted style, your tiny jewels of thwarted art, to snatch a kite flown loose or bad-thrown ball? Or your unsayable ru...