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Balcony

‘You need to think, and thinking well is the hardest thing in the world to do.’ —Vivian Gornick   I was sitting on a balcony above a sea of heads, close to the edge, looking down on a lit stage. … Continue reading

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The Tri-Suit

Today I bought a tri-suit. A tri-suit is a versatile garment that you can wear to swim, bike, and run without having to get changed in between. To make these seamless transitions possible, the tri-suit has to be sleek and all-encasing. That makes it … Continue reading

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A week goes by. A year

The thing about writing is – I reckon – that it requires a lot of space where you don’t write. You think about nothing or one very small part of a poem you aren’t happy with. Hours go by, days … Continue reading

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A THICK SKIN (part II)

This is the second part in a two-part post about criticism. You can read Part I here. I had a lot of fun putting this little thing together. Well. Is fun the right word? Maybe not. More that it was useful, personally. It … Continue reading

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Dear Bob Cunis

One of the things I did when up was up in Auckland for the writers’  festival was meet my friend Donald for breakfast one morning, on K Road, just after I had fallen over while walking to meet him. It … Continue reading

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Bad, but not damned: On Tim Upperton

  Tim Upperton is the kind of poet who tends to have his poems shared without people asking his permission or paying him money. They’re the kind of poems that you want to share with another person immediately. So you do, which … Continue reading

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Window seat

At 8:20 on Thursday morning I found my seat, the middle of the row near the back of the plane, sat down, and switched on my Kindle. I was reading The Examined Life, Stephen Grosz’s account of his experiences as … Continue reading

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