Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve To Christ aloud we sing tonight The eve of all that will come right To Christ alone, we sing To Christ the union and the bride The feminine in male disguise To Christ alone, we sing To Christ…
Shabbat
Shabbat Shabbat’s a habit Got me early In a common-sense sort of way Like my habit of leaving Webs, on the outside of windows (Never the inside) Simply for the pleasure Of the naked instant Tīwaiwaka Plunges the web…
Ancestors
Ancestors Parliament’s steps sprout green and red mushrooms As we ferry the petition upwards into the wild Pōneke storm And the petition is the people and we are the people And servanthood the rising path beneath our feet For we…
It’s like the continent of Australia is hidden beneath our cognitive skills
It’s like the continent of Australia is hidden beneath our cognitive skills You drop beneath your rational map Where mental skills go clack, clack, clack Where cognitive is all straight-lining & cerebral is fact-defining Beneath the floor where robots rave…
Invocation
Invocation It’s at Sam’s Creek, we make our pledge For Te Waikoropupū walk the edge And as Te Ra ascends the sky We fix our eyes upon the prize Our sacred taonga free at last! From pollution's dark and deadly…
Petition
Petition You are born of the heart of Mohua Which are the depths of the Wharepapa Arthur Marble Aquifer, as they well upwards To become the crystalline waters Who can barely contain The shaking that is Kahurangi’s fury And the…
Kea
Kea After the vertical scramble up the ridge above Sam’s Creek The Spirit of Sam’s speaks and it’s not the voice of stillness But active and stroppy and it’s the voice of two inquisitive kea Sitting high in a tree…
Knitting Circle
Knitting Circle I join the circle on the road where poets knit and chat And trucks are stopped, and can’t break through, we never leave a gap & next to me is Dickinson, with needles on attack They’re lightning’s fire…
Sam’s Creek
Sam’s Creek Sam’s Creek, Sam’s Creek, you’re the wisdom that we seek As snow does fall on mountains tall, we gather at your feet Sam’s Creek, Sams Creek, you’re the mother of us all You kneel and smile and play…
Coaster
Coaster I was born as a Coaster with bush in my blood With river and mountain and earthquake and flood And I’ll die as a Coaster, though I’m drifting far north Where Pupu’s dark beauty calls me to the Source…