If you lie
If you lie If you liein shitafter a while you don’t notice the smelland you fearif you cleaned yourself upor leftyou’d miss the warmth It’s easierI’m toldto lieeven in shit Winter 1983
If you lie If you liein shitafter a while you don’t notice the smelland you fearif you cleaned yourself upor leftyou’d miss the warmth It’s easierI’m toldto lieeven in shit Winter 1983
Breakdown Do not preventmy descent into madnessDemanding to know“what’s the matter?” I am being denied mattersplit, severed, impaled onroutine definitions being denied matter denied spirit denied lovelife denied earth denied universe denied flightvoice without soundsilence without stillnessnature denied nurture denied space denied song do not read more
Give us a smile love Every time you come in I smileThat fire – lit so long ago – must not die. The longer you stay the more I glow You never consider I may befully absorbed in my work We both know that can read more
Conversational skating In company I’m a skaterI skim acres of conversational icePerforming tricks, executing fancy figuresuntil everyone, including me(I have to confess),starts applauding. please don’t judge mewe all skate if we can In solitude I never skate In solitudeThe ice melts and thenI feel the read more
At St Mary’s College in Wellington, in addition to spending hours practising the piano, I entered a national poetry competition. “Nothing is,” I wrote, “what is cannot be and not be”. That’s nailed it, I thought, on the tram going to school. Unfortunately Sister M refused to enter my poem. Both I and the poem were a disgrace. We were shocked. She never displayed passion but, that day, she had an important message. She thought I had dumped God. I hadn’t then. I was blatantly and badly channeling Gerard Manley Hopkins. I continued to write, and you can read my poems (so far) in chronological order or you can browse the list of poems A-Z.