I write                    poetry, fiction and essays

I teach                    creative writing

I explore                  poetic repetition



The mainland is rendered down
silvers and is gone.

My heart is green and raw – a pea not a heart –
front to the fire back to the wind.

The groan of stone on stone unsettles
me as I unsettle them.

A passing orca’s generator heart opens
and closes the island like a door.

Behind me green bush is a swaying glossary
I could lose myself in –

leaf bird tree feather bone
rock ponga pebble koru stone

bone-fire oil-lamp song
heart gale right whale wrong




Writer and Teacher