Paekākāriki School, home of the play-based, bare foot learner is proud of its tamariki's creativity. Albie Calder has kindly shared two poems - 'Daffodils' and 'Paekākāriki'. Daffodils Daffodils, daffodils The colour of the evening sky Growing in the fields The majestic … [Read more...] about Daffodils and Paekākāriki
Run rabbit
circa 2013 The clocks in Kerrin’s kitchen layerin a syncopated tic-tic, toc-tocand when she sets the kitchen timerthe third layer is a running stitch oftictictictictictictictictictic filling the whole room and Gordon rattleswhen he walks. At the Nurse Maude Hospiceshop we are hunting for … [Read more...] about Run rabbit
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
Welcome
I was going down the wooden steps onto the beachon a fine early spring day and there they wereto meet me, Bill, Rach and Elsa,standing on the tide-‐line waving out. I was wearing an orange … [Read more...] about Welcome
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
Hope
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
An artist waits for the light
A man walks by in bright yellow boots,an armchair on his head upside down, like a childin an ill-fitting helmet. Kapiti stands out, silhouettedshark teeth snarled against sunset,looking hungry. Almost time. A few seconds onlywhen flat, setting lightplays on the escarpmentits evening … [Read more...] about An artist waits for the light
The kingdom of heaven (to Haina)
the kingdom of heaven is but a little way along the sand track, through the bushy flaxes, the sunlitdunes down to the riverand across the bridge Listen to Apirana: … [Read more...] about The kingdom of heaven (to Haina)