Pouring over land rooting expences
Isolating relitigating discarded tree scraps
Forestry scarfing whole communities
Death to life water water water thudding
Away in the bank balance officials backslaps
Tumbling hillsides sliding impunities
From 'East Coast Eulogy' unpublished poem
#NZPoetry
I am a big fan of Serie Barford - the person and the poet - and have just ordered her latest collection, 'Standing on my Shadow'. For an illuminating and heart-expanding experience, listen to Emile Donovan's interview with Serie recently:
www.rnz.co.nz/national/pro...
#anaherapress
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An image comprising three photographs, each of a hand holding the book ‘Groundwork: The art and writing of Emily Cumming Harris’ set against different coloured metrosideros flowers: bright red rātā, pink pōhutukawa and yellow pōhutukawa
Are you searching for a great Christmas present for the #Aotearoa art lover or natural history enthusiast in your life? Our pukapuka explores #colonialhistory, #women’shistory, #botanicalart, #comets, #NZpoetry & #eclipses
"Ah, Dracula! Tim Jones on poetry, squatting and being a creature of imagination":
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Thanks for this profile and interview, Flash Frontier! Check out the full October issue - there is a whole lot to read and see!
#books #nzbooks #poetry #nzpoetry #Aotearoa
Graphic with a blue background showing the cover of Don't stop this old spell by Juliet McAra and a black and white head and shoulders photo of the author, an older woman wearing glasses.
The Library's own Juliet McAra launches her book of poetry this Friday at Te Hāpua: Halswell Centre, 5.30pm to 7pm. Free, no bookings needed. Nau mai, haere mai!
christchurch.bibliocommons.com/events/68991... ^MT #nzpoetry
Cover of the poetry collection "Halfway to Everywhere". by Vivienne Ullrich, published by The Cuba Press
I reviewed Vivienne Ullrich's new poetry collection Halfway to Everywhere - a thoughtful, skilful collection of poems: www.timjonesbooks.co.nz/2025/09/03/b...
#books #poetry #Aotearoa #nz #nzlit #nzpoetry
Happy Poetry Day Aotearoa. I’m celebrating by reading the just released No Good, by the wonderful Sophie van Waardenberg. How about you?
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I accidentally started my day with a headline
Consult insult assault too much salt
Look at a leaf, veins spreading feeding from a star love into earth
Look at a leaf, smooth edges crinkled edges delicate edges long edges
Look at a leaf, green, green, green, brown, orange, purple, red
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Thank you so much to NZ Poet Laureate Chris Tse for coming to chat with us about your experience in the industry and your valuable insights into being edited and being an editor! 😊
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How Not to be Intimidated by a Haka by Dorian David Leigh don’t be so chicken shit. i could stop there but i'll explain it for you so you’ve got no excuse a haka is an affirmation of identity history solidarity a bursting forth of wairua it’s a challenge to rise up to gather your mana and meet head on let it wash over you like the cold sea testing your balance with salty relentless waves (is that why you want to mine the oceans?) let your tīpuna wrap their fingers around your spine let their strength bear you up (continued next image)
if you find the haka so intimidating that your stomach falls in the split second between the widening of the eyes and the explosion of proud reo you’ve bought into that dismissive coloniser war dance bullshit if you cannot stand strong in the face of that challenge if your legs shake and your heart shrivels before you piss yourself have a think: where is your mana? what did you do to make your ancestors so ashamed that they refuse to hold you up, e hua.
Congratulations to SpecFicNZ member Aaron Dick for the release of omens: A Collection!
Grab your copy today from Amazon and find out about his writing at fb.me/aarondicknz
#newrelease #collectedworks #nzpoetry #specficnz #bookrecs #bookstagram #congrats #nzwriter
I so admire short, unfussy poems, especially when they're a bit psychic.
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Screenshot of Times New Roman, 12pt font reading: “Harbourside - yield your power and widen your jaw. Scoop me from indelicate affairs with your tongue, and write an away from office signature for me.”
Screenshot of Times New Roman, 12pt font reading: “Whip me across fleeting Island Bay stability, the most threatening of them all, then suffocate me in parliamentary prose. Dip me into your panoptical breast, dry my tears with your salty buoyancy. Rip me limb by limb by limb So all of me can live somewhere Buried in the fig tree.”
Excerpts from a fresh WIP, tentatively titled “Wellington Temporality, and Maybe, a Goddamn Break”.
Living in Ōtautahi now, but the Wellingtonian identity is one hell of a drug. Withdrawals and all.
#poetry #nzpoetry #aotearoapoetry #lgbt
A stack of three slim books in a patch of sunlight on a brick path beside grass. The cover of the top book is a light sage-green, with a speckled/marle appearance. It is emblazoned with a large grey number 13 that takes up most of the cover, overlaid with darker text that reads "min- a- rets" in a crisp serif font.
Screenshot of the poem "A Lime is a Perishable Grave-Good", by Niamh Hollis-Locke. This screenshot contains the first half, as follows: May again, and the days are growing darker, the remains of summer choking up the gutters, in the biggest city we steal limes from the megachurch above SH1 twisting our hands through the barred fence to clutch and pluck and wave to the cameras in tame rebellion and at night in bed beside you two streets from the motorway which sounds like the sea I can still smell the citrus on your hands Scent of sunlight and the earth In Valdaro, under hot Mediterranean sun, men peeled back the skin of the earth, to find two skeletons grinning in the dirt embracing for eternity, or as long as bone lasts We are a twist of limbs and sheets We are tectonic plates colliding, linen landscape picked out in cityglow the planes of your face chiaroscuro, We are a whole geography
Screenshot of the poem "A Lime is a Perishable Grave-good", by Niamh Hollis-Locke. This screenshot contains the second half of the poem, as follows: In Karori Cemetery, companion plots are not uncommon …. and her husband …… and his wife People cannot bear the thought of being apart even when thought itself has gone I count my ribs through their slip of skin feel for the smile within my cheeks rub my thumb across your sleeping fingers to find the hard kernel beneath. June now, in another city, all rain and concrete sea, we use the lime in dinner, that moment somehow weeks ago - In these plague years, time is folded All days compress to one morning and evening are weeks apart But You make me want to live outside the reach of the clock to sit between the minutes like a mouse behind a fridge for time to be in another room, with the door closed beyond thought for as long as bone lasts.
Got new stuff coming very soon, but thought I'd reshare this #poem of mine from 2022 here, as I'm trying to bring all my writing across. This was published in issue 13 of #nzpoetry journal Minarets (which I was fortunate enough to edit issue 14 of!) - it's old but I still have a soft-spot for it
For everyone here who was going insane over the haka in Parliament today, the incredible Tusiata Avia has gifted us (especially our rangatahi wahine) a poem about the event. More poets, more artists, rise up and build on this! #NZPolitics #NZPoetry #NZPol
