June 2009
1 post
untitled late night poem
how is that every time i start to write with an intent to write i start to word by word forget. i will type, i will write on yellowed notebook page i will scrawl into the very earth but no matter where i write it will stop hiccups one word a minute i would fail as a secretary. the only stories i finish are haikus written in condensation on my bathroom mirror they fade away leaving no words but...
March 2009
5 posts
old poetry - 'petra'
petra
She came in the summer. The one when Christina turned Sixteen, and we thought We had grown up. When we ate strawberries Behind the boatshed, listening To Siouxsie Sioux. We called it ‘old wave’. The sky is a petulant blue cloudless, unforgiving like us, and clarity like silver tongues and lennon/mccartney songs seems to exist for a moment. petra, she says, without the hellenic splendour we...
summertime at tarras
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These are two girls in summer. Two girls sitting half under a scrubby gorse bush, half in the sun that breaks pink skin into blistering red, the high Otago sun that stretches to arid land from a lonely, petulant blue sky. Clare takes a raspberry, lets it melt into her tongue hanging outside her mouth, a salute to all thirty degrees that rushed outside this morning. She isn’t sure what else they...
Singing The Frangipani Blues
‘She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere. So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair.’
‘Norwegian Wood’ Tuesday. There’s a song for every occasion, and today Paul McCartney is in her ear. Mish holds a firm belief that some higher power controls the shuffle option on her iPod.
As she does every other day, Mish walks past the block of corner shops on her way from the bus...
a slew of stories
I’ve decided to post a few different stories at once, and I may as well post the back story for each of them here. In chronological order, because some are a little on the old side… (and it is pure coincidence that they all start with the letter ‘S’, by the way)
Singing The Frangipani Blues
This story was written for a creative writing internal assessment when I was in...
