Seeds of hope lie sprinkled in the wind Hope is rooted in the amazement of poetry Which lies in a grotto beneath The rational world Which only desperados Dig deep enough to discover But you did Dig, digging deep down…
It was an absolutely amazing poetry group meeting And in that amazement lie the seeds of hope It was an astonishing poetry group The first since you left for the sea Leaving us wandering Through the labyrinth of your disappearance…
Whanau The direction that the kuia is indicating is not one primary direction, but a slower indigenous healing of the whole After you are sentenced You stand in firm innocence As about us, our whanau swallows Shock and disappointment While…
Twisted Frequency We pass freely into Twisted Frequency Where the team at the gate gift me My bracelet of many colours Which I embrace Like some long-forsaken Joseph Stumbling his way through the last days Of his ever so tapu…
Scuttle There’s enough dancing scuttle to cancel all dangerous threads You sit, pink-tongued above Sams Creek Where your ancestors sat pink-tongued Long before human threads First brown, then white, arrive in Aotearoa Where volcanoes spit flame Earthquake mountains shudder And…
Yoke The yoke of the people of Iran must be lifted – There’s horror beneath it It’s an ancient darkness becoming alive It’s a lonely place. It hurts. It’s a burden I cannot lift It’s a message of peace for…
The Earth is an experience of what some people still call the Christ The Christ she roars, she’s lions deep Upon the hills, she’s grazing sheep Upheld by air, she hangs on high Into the sea, she twists and dives…
A skinny opening two thousand years ago Some think that God does everything With a wink of a starry eye Incarnation’s much more difficult Though few do wonder why An opening must pierce the smog A cup must leave the…
The impossible path that Mary teaches The Angel’s face is never seen Nor do its wings unfurl Yet, Presence speaks within the heart Of a budding teenage girl Will she stay true and guide us through? We sense her truth…
There’s no need to stand at the door and knock; there’s never been a door Let’s gaze upon the missing door That’s Gracie’s gift to the lost and poor There’s nothing here that’s black and white No dead decrees, constrictions…