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The man with no name hurtles upwards, ever faster he smells of stars and yet, no respect! As though he was just Paul chopping away records with locomotives Meanwhile, the star travelers furnishe...

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You write about yourself as though your hand even knows the contours of your mind. It isn’t that they are strangers, per se more like social media friends. So you write, and the ink refuses to s...

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She had the mind of an artist but none of the talent. No morsel of applied genius that made an eccentric of the weirdo, turning perplexed frowns into indulgent strokes of a pen, smoothing the so...

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Today I told a zoom room that the native bird I most admired was te kawau. A bird that lazes about on rocks her wingspan steaming in radiant volcanic heat a Christ the Redeemer of the Hauraki Gul...

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With the audacity of a sparrow hopping past my threshold to look for bits of croissant, I quit my job and look for something better. Sizing each job up as though all that was needed was my will....

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There is a joy in motion that goes around and returns, creating form from revolution. Turning wood into balustrades. Turning wool into yarn. Throwing on the pottery wheel, earth to urn. A game of...

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In California, nobody has their hooks in beneath the palimpsest, the blimp of human endeavour. Beneath, the teddy bear cholla, the hard pan, the burning forest and the roaring sea. The salt singe...

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It was the first time for me, that my books held no appeal. The glowing phone held only the mildest of distractions while I waited at the window. You will never know how long I waited. It isn’t f...

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There will never be an end to the internet. When you were young and read the encyclopedia, eventually, you shut the cover on “zygote.” But on the internet, something unremarkable happens on the w...

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That grumpy cat picture could pretty much take the place of this poem about Gail. What foul winds, what miasma within could dwell from a perch with the best view in town? If my kids, and the neig...

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This Judy hasn’t got time for extra syllables. Jude will do. Every day filled with life’s necessities, and pleasures. Bike rides to the village Drives to see children Grandchildren to bake with ...

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I met Jo’s ass first. Bent over industriously pulling the weeds of the world, flushed face bobbing up to greet a neighbour or burble at a baby, or chat with a hound. A taniwha perhaps, for our co...

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Judy rolls down the driveway, out of our complex. A hearty rattle and screech sonata, like a boat motor just before you ring the coast guard. Her kids are probably trying trying to convince her ...

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Comparison really is the thief of joy. Stitch it into a thousand pillows until it sinks. Google, “why don’t I ever get awards?” Kakariki searching for kernels of wisdom from a fellow pretender. Y...

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The Weiti sparkles in a new morning. Cicadas have finally shown up. Down along the hill little birds alight from the grasses. From here they look like a swarm of graceful flies, catching actual f...

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So, because of Covid, (does everything have to start this way now? geez) Okay, well because of all that stuff, We didn’t have the annual hometown Santa Parade. No sons and daughters holding bann...

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These coffee grounds congeal. I scry the muddy fortunes as the burnt bitter liquid recedes. You’ll need a lot of gratitude, girl. So much gratitude Setting the ceramic ball down so the edges of t...

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My mood drops out of the lofty places in my mind. It had wedged itself up in amongst my happy prognostications of progress. The moment when the bubbles turn to marbles - oh you know the one - ...

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What a day! All the world ever needs is for me to keep having days like this, then all the problems would be solved. 17 new projects and a bandolier of hot knives to use on the butter of the wor...

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Can’t you see? said she with a hint of of delight in his ignorance. I’m not me, really. That is, well, you need to have a good look. Watch my edges fade into your own silhouette. Her glee, temp...

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People who stop trading with each other, end up killing each other in wars.

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“Hey Mom, come play in our world. I’m making you a new house.” When my son was five we got a secondhand XBox 360, primarily so he could play Minecraft. He immediately got stuck into it and for ...

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Why wash a glass when you can drink the last shot of bourbon from the bottle, all classy-like? Finish the last half of, “For a few dollars more.” Gorge on IMBD trivia that you’ve already read tw...

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If you walk towards a rainbow You must expect rain. Go anyway.

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I used to pick up a quarter and work out, how old my Dad was when it was minted, and if it was new enough, how old I was. 1969 - he was nine, fighting bullies who took his name in vain. 1978 - ...

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