An itinerary is the path of bricks on which we hope to tread we lay our plans in naivety of what might happen instead. Everything is sold on hope - a wish, a solution, a cure - but the future's own itinerary's the only one that's secure.
For Jacinda Ardern
You are that proud yacht: sails full, wind-tilted facing the waves with confidence and grace Your bow wave - that iridescent 'V' - presses outward meeting other ripples, going (it seems) for miles. I don't know if anybody heard you coming - so young and so clean - but you're going to sail around a … Continue reading For Jacinda Ardern
Knock knock.Who's there?It's your conscience.What? You again! Please leave me alone. Isn't there some tenancy agreement where I get to reside here without your interference?My dear, I'm the tenant. Not you.Shit... You've got a complaint then.You should be pleased to see me.Ha! Why would that be?Because, my dear, you are on a tight rope above … Continue reading Knock Knock
2020 – Poem from a Photo
Sew yourself a mask from this winter sunset and wear it like an apricot smile. Examine those silhouette branches - a set of charcoal fingerprints pointing at summer and those angrier, suffering skies. It's that kind of year, you know when, instead of beauty or fine weather, a shard of blue 'twixt the clouds reminds … Continue reading 2020 – Poem from a Photo
Living in 2020
We started with fires and then muddy mires, then a lockdown of worldwide trade Then Scomo's spat with China, well that's nothing minor when your economy needs First Aid. And now... what the blazes? So many malaises! It's that incorrigible school house pot. Most of the nation in enforced isolation but it seems the … Continue reading Living in 2020