Monday, February 28, 2011


after an earthquake there's a horrible swimmy feeling where the ground sort of floats and rocks like a boat under you. I really hate that feeling. If you're standing up when it happens you often don't realise there's been an earthquake, you just think you're feeling a bit dizzy for a moment.
It's very hard to sleep because every time you doze off there's another aftershock. I'm very tired, and quite scared.
People are leaving Christchurch, but where would I go? I can't even think how I would begin somewhere else. I'm 52 now. Hard to upstakes and go somewhere else at 52. But I sometimes get the feeling this isn't going to stop. That it will continue until there is not a stone left standing upon a stone and we are all shaken to bits.
My house is probably not worth anything now either. How could I sell it? Who would buy it? My house is all I have to show for my lifetime of work.

Saturday, February 26, 2011


The land -
the beautiful land -
has deceived us -

hidden a fire demon in its belly.

I hear him
as I lay my head on the pillow.
Thomp, thomp,
outside the window.

RAAHRR, he roars,
and the ground twists and trembles.

I know,
as I lie in the dark,
that he's inside my room now.

I know before I turn my head
that he's waiting,
burning eyes and pointed teeth,


Sunday, February 20, 2011

Love is a Trick of the Light

I entered her world so easily.
A paper sailing ship carried me
from one side to the other
across the motionless basin of water,
and I alighted, dry as matchwood,
upright as a pulpit.

And it was not the second coming of Christ,
or anything like that. It was one
small, plastic chair, a wish
to be incandescent in a world of midnights,
and a flight of butterflies, tipsy tilt
across the garden.


don't ask me to keep your secrets.
Secrets explode from my mouth
like popcorn from a pan

and rebound around the walls
leaving buttery smears

Monday, February 14, 2011

Font 3 Poems: LOVE issue

check it out, the funk soul brother: