How does your sun?

In Alison Holst’s sunset the sea creams like butter wind serrates the shallowson the earth’s warm crust For Daniel Vettori, the sun dips over a shimmering pitch knocks out distant island stumps spins on towards the clouds As the sun sets for Mel Gibson Barocca slips into blue Tequila fizzes … [Read more...] about How does your sun?

The return

And again I see the long pouring headland,And smoking coast with the sea high on the rocksThe gulls flung from the sea, the dark wooded hillsSwarming with mist, and mist low on the sea. And on the surf-loud beach the long spent hulksThe mats and splintered masts, the fires kindledOn the wet sand, … [Read more...] about The return

No company today

Sunday alone, legging up Hemi Matenga powered by timtams and how fit I wasten years ago. Tripping on roots sitting uplike suitcase handles on the clay hard angles. No company today but crisp leavescompound, serrated, the young fern coils.Tonight scallops and beer in Whangarei.And here I see only … [Read more...] about No company today

Goose summer, Whareroa Farm

Today we dawdle up the north-east valley track,inclined together on the edge of sun and shade.Late April, and decline – the year’s and yours – feels gentlein this spread of after-season summer. The sky is crazed with gossamer.We might not have noticed if we hadn’t pausedto lounge against the … [Read more...] about Goose summer, Whareroa Farm


It  is to  do with  trees: being amongst  trees. It  is to  do with  tree ferns:   mamaku,  ponga, wheki.   Shelter  under here   is  so easily  understood.      You  can see  that trees   know  how it  is to  be bound   into  the earth   and  how it  is to rise  defiantly into  the sky. … [Read more...] about Hope

Looking at Kāpiti

Sleep, Leviathan, shouldering the AsianNight sombre with fear, kindled by one starSmouldering through the fog, while the goaded oceanRecalls the fury of Te Rauparaha. Massive, remote, familiar, hung with spray,You seem to guard our coast, sanctuaryTo our lost faith, as if against the dayInvisible … [Read more...] about Looking at Kāpiti

Prawn tide

As the sun came up, a faint frost dusted dunes and tussocks then disappeared. Behind the breakers white vapour floated, throwing a veil over island hills haunch-hunkered by the water. The moon set pink this morning; now red prawns flow and writhe in lines along the tide mark in a plague of plenty. … [Read more...] about Prawn tide