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Featured Poems 

OCT 2024

​​'I Could Have Roused You' by Helen McKinlay

 

​​​I Could Have Roused You

 

you were asleep

your face

a pink flush 

on the pillow 

 

I could have roused you

instead

I took the boat 

and rowed

out into the harbour

into the sunrise

 

I can't tell you 

how splendid it was 

to be there 

alone

in a molten world

helen mckinlay.

HELEN McKINLAY is a published poet with a long history in the promotion of poetry and poets via local radio, live poets groups, Tuesday Poem International Poetry Collective, and her own blog, gurglewords. Her children’s books include the bestselling ‘Grandma’ picture books. In 2018 Grandma Joins the All Blacks was listed in the Booksellers Top 20 Bestsellers of the Decade.

philomena johnson.

AUG 2024

​​'Memory'

from not everything turns away by Philomena Johnson

 

​​​Memory

 

I sit on the grey stone wall by the garden steps;
I am maybe nine years old, an open book
of poetry held in my chilblained hands.
Does my incantatory murmur of these words
mirror the drum of my heels on stone or my feet
the words? I sit out in the cold lost in what I love,
not knowing what I long for, nor that the wait
will be long; that each word will become a hole
opened in language; each word a place to be free.

PHILOMENA JOHNSON graduated from The Hagley Writers’ Institute in 2017 where her portfolio was short-listed for the Margaret Mahy Award. Her poetry has appeared in various journals & anthologies. In 2024 Philomena won The John O’Connor First Book Award, and her manuscript not everything turns away will be published by Sudden Valley Press in August. Philomena tutors at the Write On School for Young Writers.

janet wainscott

APRIL 2023

'Grief' by Lincoln Jaques

Grief


In the field I catch
a dog’s bark. I feel the wind
that carries the dog’s bark.
I search through the grass
looking for meteorites, those tiny
ones that fall in showers. I find
a kid’s beanie, thrown off by the wind
a pair of sneakers, left from a rugby game
empty beer cans from the shadows
that occupy the field at night.
And at the edges of the field frost
forms as if the glacier age is upon us again.
How many times have I wandered
here without you? How many memories
can I find left among the kikuyu?
Now I’ll go walking over the creek
where the ducks occupy themselves with living
where the eels slither silently like meteorites
through a dark sky, mapping
all the many routes home.

LINCOLN JAQUES’ poetry, fiction and travel essays have appeared in Aotearoa and internationally. He was Runner-Up in the 2022 International Writers’ Workshop (IWW) Kathleen Grattan Prize for a Sequence of Poems (judged by Janet Charman). 

JUNE 2023

'The Swan Maiden' from A Game of Swans by Janet Wainscott

first published in takahē 100

The Swan Maiden

She had hoped the children would be more
like her than him. The pale downy wisps
on their baby heads gave her hope,
until the down turned dark. Later,
she almost drowned
the children – they were
bathing in the lake (how was she
to know they couldn’t swim?)
when she left them to search
the lake edges
for her hidden cloak of feathers.

She dreams
her fingers are wingtips
holding her
aloft in a leaden sky.
She circles lakes
and wetlands where clouds
and water merge.

If she could find her stolen mantle,
she would leave him
in a wingbeat.

JANET WAINSCOTT writes poetry and essays. Her poetry has appeared in various literary magazines and anthologies, including takahē, Poetry NZ Yearbooks, Landfall and Catalyst. She is author of A Game of Swans (Sudden Valley Press, 2023). Janet lives in Lincoln, near Christchurch,, and sees swans, black and white, every morning on her walks through nearby wetlands.

lincoln jaques

FEBRUARY 2023

'Amygaloid Knots' from Sea Skins by Sophia Wilson

 

Amygdaloid Knots

 

Winter,

the yarn of long days

retracts

 

We pull the hands of our intentions

from vegetable patches and fields,

haul them indoors

 

Fire softens us like lanolin

We slump and smell

like sheep

 

We bare our skins

and card our fleeces

Neuroses litter the carpet

 

We are bundles of raw fibre

spinning

 

uncontrollably

SOPHIA WILSON grew up on unceded Anaiwan land in Australia and now lives near Ōtepoti Dunedin with her partner, three daughters and around sixty rescue animals. She is the recipient of several awards for poetry. Her poetry collection Sea Skins was recently launched by Flying Island Books in Sydney.  @sophia.k.wilson https://sophiakwilson.wordpress.com

APRIL 2023

'Grief' by Lincoln Jaques

Grief


In the field I catch
a dog’s bark. I feel the wind
that carries the dog’s bark.
I search through the grass
looking for meteorites, those tiny
ones that fall in showers. I find
a kid’s beanie, thrown off by the wind
a pair of sneakers, left from a rugby game
empty beer cans from the shadows
that occupy the field at night.
And at the edges of the field frost
forms as if the glacier age is upon us again.
How many times have I wandered
here without you? How many memories
can I find left among the kikuyu?
Now I’ll go walking over the creek
where the ducks occupy themselves with living
where the eels slither silently like meteorites
through a dark sky, mapping
all the many routes home.

LINCOLN JAQUES’ poetry, fiction and travel essays have appeared in Aotearoa and internationally. He was Runner-Up in the 2022 International Writers’ Workshop (IWW) Kathleen Grattan Prize for a Sequence of Poems (judged by Janet Charman). 

sophia wilson.

OCTOBER 2019

'Yulé's Morning' by Anita Arlov

Yulé's Morning

Each morning, Yulé reaches for his white enamel bowl with the blue rim. He places it on the stove, pours in full-cream milk and turns on the element. He stirs it with the wooden spoon, watching it steam to a simmer.

 

Yulé thinks of his girls, when they were little, wanting stories. “Dada, tell us the Little Rabbit Story!” He’d start with the carousel in Wien’s Praterplatz: those four gentle ponies with steaming noses and manes to tangle your fingers. He’d describe the far fields of maize that jumped with wild rabbits; how coming home with a heavy sack would prise Oma out of her chair and send her chattering into the kitchen. He’d end with the Rabbit Story: the little rabbit appearing from nowhere, stopping between his boots, looking him in the face. The little rabbit that made him wrap his rifle in the spare blanket.

 

Yulé’s favourite spoon is the one with swirly letters intertwined on the fiddle. He spoons in cocoa and stirs the sweet frothy milk. He blows on the surface, watching the cream rise as the milk cools, just a little. He lifts the bowl to his mouth and sips. The dreamy slick of cream slips into his mouth in one piece. Yulé savours it against the roof of his mouth until it melts away.

ANITA ARLOV was born in Christchurch and lives in Auckland. She emcees Inside Out Open Mic for Writers, a monthly spoken word gig. She won the Divine Muses Emerging Poet Competition 2017, and convened the organising team of the NZ Poetry Conference & Festival that year. Anita won the National Flash Fiction Day competition 2018, and was runner-up in the takahe Monica Taylor Poetry Prize. In June 2019 she won second place in the Bath Flash Fiction Award.   https://authors.org.nz/author/anita-arlov/

AUGUST 2019

'I count chimneys' by Iona Winter

I count chimneys

for Annie

Outside flurries of midges swirl
in the sunshine                                  but I’m unable to plant
new seedlings into vernal ground
because you are there
alone
filaments of light through the trees
tell me
that you are everywhere
and nowhere                                    solid and ether
formless and heavy
the cat on my lap conducts
an entire conversation                        without any words being spoken
tea grows cold
as I count chimneys
to distract myself
from the enormity of things                  laid bare in my chest
then I switch to pylons
along the ridge until the light dims
flowers on the kitchen table
steep in cloudy water now                   limbs brown
petals wilted
muted-beauty colours like a stain.

IONA WINTER (Waitaha/Kāi Tahu) lives in Ōtepoti Dunedin. Widely published and anthologised, she writes in hybrid forms that explore the spaces between poetry and prose. Her debut collection then the wind came was published in 2018 (Steele Roberts). Shortlisted with The Best Small Fictions (USA 2019), and the Bath Novella-in-Flash Award (UK 2018), she is currently working on a multimedia collaboration with musicians and artists. https://ionawinter.wordpress.com/

FEB 2019

'Catania' by Jeni Curtis

First published: The Unnecessary Invention of Punctuation (NZPS 2018)

 

Catania


In the square, a stone elephant
on a plinth. A remnant of Roman
times, symbol of the city. It was winter.
Etna shone with snow. Empty tourist
shops sold statues of black volcanic
rock, Il Duce and miniature
Mafiosa mamas with machine guns.
We visited the Greek amphitheatre. Cats
strolled and squalled where people once
crowded for entertainment.
                                      Just
being there was a reminder of time.
People on the move, the voyagers,
the voyeurs, the vagrants jostled
with the men who play cards under
the viaduct, the women
in the market who bought swordfish,
lobster, artichokes. Movement,
Carthage, Tunis, Athens, Rome,
they all met here.

                                   Now, on the news
I watch the boats from North Africa
arrive. The Mediterranean is still blue,
Etna glints still in the sun. The people
swim or drown; in the square
they huddle, wave after wave,
tides of an eternal sea.
Above the cathedral of St Agatha the full
moon I photographed is now in crescent.

JENI CURTIS is a Christchurch writer who has had short stories and poetry published in various publications including takahē, NZPS anthologies 2014 to 2018, JAAM, Atlanta Review, The London Grip, and the Poetry NZ Yearbook. With a doctorate in English literature, she has forty years of teaching experience both at secondary and tertiary levels. She is a graduate of the Hagley Writers Institute (2011-2012) coming second in the class of 2011. She is secretary of the Canterbury Poets Collective, and editor of the Christchurch Dickens Fellowship magazine Dickens Down Under. She is also poetry editor and chair for takahē.

iona winter
anita arlov
jeni curtis
lynn tara austin

DECEMBER 2018

'one hand grips the steering wheel' by Lynn Tara Austin

one hand grips the steering wheel

 

light bounces white
off british racing green,
the chrome door handle
she looks sideways
under lowered lids,
arch eyebrows, wilful-red lips
contrast with beige
coat and matching scarf
the folds holding deep shadow

 

once she turns
the key in the ignition
presses her foot on the accelerator
then, she is Isadora
                                 scarf streaming

LYNN TARA AUSTIN belongs to three poetry groups, and regular workshops keep her writing. She has been published in various places including NZPS anthologies, Kokako, takahē, Leaving the Red Zone: Poems from the Canterbury Earthquakes, and Bonsai.

michelle elvy

NOVEMBER 2018

'Brother and Sister waiting for a funeral' by Michelle Elvy

 

Brother and sister waiting for a funeral

 

Karl sees the girl on the wall from the second-storey window. He pours coffee, lights a cigarette.  She looks young: oblong face, long neck, legs hanging like they have grown from the wall itself. Her hay-hair catches in the breeze.  She pulls something from her bag.  Karl drags on his cigarette, waits. And now: the moment when her hand grasps something no one can see, not even the girl herself, and only she knows what it is. The moment between a person and the next thing she’ll do, the next thing she’ll become. The girl transforms: she is mystery and sly knowing. Karl glides on a thousand moments inside the girl’s bag.   

 

His sister walks up behind him, places her arm around him, whispers, Hey.

 

By now, she’s made contact, the girl on the wall: fingers searching, finding, grasping. He’ll try to remember this later but it will be a slippery thing, that moment of touch.

 

Hey.  It’s the first thing Kathi’s said to him since their father died. Then she says, Why’s there a girl on the wall?

MICHELLE ELVY is a writer, editor and manuscript assessor. She edits at Flash Frontier: An Adventure in Short Fiction and Blue Five Notebook. She is co-editor of Bonsai: Best small stories from Aotearoa New Zealand and is Assistant Editor for the Best Small Fictions series. Her work can be found most recently in New Micro (W. W. Norton, 2018). 

laurice gilbert

 

 

 

OCTOBER 2018

'Peak Hour Traffic' by Laurice Gilbert

First Published in Shot Glass Journal #3

Peak Hour Traffic


in the kitchen / the bedroom / the back seat of the car
round the back of the bike sheds
with consent / without intent / minus the blessing of church or state
before formal nuptials / after petition for divorce
even (OMG) within the bounds of happy successful partnership
some time / some where / some how
two bodies -- willing or otherwise -- did the deed
in the dark / in the light
and the unlikely consequence of egg vs sperm
is fighting its way along the fallopian tube
of Queen St / Lambton Quay / Colombo St / George St
in search of a new womb
home / the gym / a bar / a restaurant / AA / night shift
or driven to return to the original sin

Laurice Gilbert lives in Wellington with four hunters (one human, three feline) and her adult grandson. She’s had poems published in many journals, anthologies and non-literary magazines across 8 countries (#9 pending), having decided long ago that she hated networking and didn’t have the emotional resilience to join the NZ literary circuit. She ran the NZ Poetry Society for nearly a decade, which is far too long by anyone’s standards. She’s had three Pushcart Prize nominations, published two collections and once won a competition (though being shortlisted for the Bridport Prize was also a bit exciting). Laurice is currently in remission from poetry.

AUGUST 2018

First 7 lines of 'Good Bones' by Maggie Smith

 

Good Bones

 

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.

Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine

in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,

a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways

I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least

fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative

estimate, though I keep this from my children ...

REST OF POEM HERE AT POETRY FOUNDATION

Maggie Smith is the author of Good Bones (Tupelo Press, 2017), The Well Speaks of Its Own Poison (Tupelo Press, 2015), Lamp of the Body (Red Hen Press, 2005), and three prizewinning chapbooks. The recipient of fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Ohio Arts Council, and the Sustainable Arts Foundation, Smith is a freelance writer and editor.

maggie smith
heather mcquillan

JULY 2018

'10 in a Packet' by Heather McQuillan

 

10 in a Packet 

 

Crayon voices call from the driveway but before I can locate their whereabouts they scoot off, leaving only a waxy residue on the asphalt. When it rains you can see the outlines of children who have grown out of their skins.

Heather McQuillan is the Director at The School for Young Writers in Christchurch. Among Heather’s short and short-short story writing awards are nominations for the Pushcart Prize 2015 and 2017, winner in Best Small Fictions 2017, first place in both the NZ Flash Fiction Day and Micro Madness competitions 2016, and third place in The Sunday Star Times Short Story Competition 2016. She is also a winner of two Storylines Notable Books Awards, winner of the Tom Fitzgibbon Award and shortlisted for the Tessa Duder Award for her novels for young readers. She has a Masters in Creative Writing from Massey University.

rata ingram

JUNE 2018

'Digital' by Rata Ingram

 

Digital

 

But remember, stained in sepia

when hill-cradled rocks

came alive. We put chalk on our fingers

and clung to fine cracks.

We pared the hurt skin from our bones,

hands froze-red in the dawn.

The sun downhill from us, slumbering

in dark rooms.

 

Digital, this word from

the parts of our fingers

used to count out ones

and zeroes. More than

you could comprehend.

 

They engineered the silicon.

 

Now we tear past in Nissan SUVs

pointing at boulders we once conquered

and taking digital photos with a sepia filter.

Our hands are soft to catch the sun.

Rata Ingram writes poetry, creative nonfiction, articles and short stories from where she resides at the foot of Christchurch’s Port Hills. She most recently came third in the Charles Brasch Young Writer's Essay competition, second in the 2016 NZ Heritage Poetry Award and commended for the Hagley Writers National Poetry Day Competition. She was a featured reader at National Flash Fiction Day 2016 and 2017 and has been published in Poetry New Zealand and After the Cyclone. Currently Rata is the youngest member of the South Island Writers’ Association.

 

 

MAY 2018

'The Telephone' by Victoria Broome

 

The Telephone

 

After I dig the garden over for my father,

my mother talks to me on the telephone

only the dead can use.

 

I am dreaming when she picks it up,

there is a lot of static, other voices

trying to get through.

 

Her voice is travelling downwards

from some place very high, the cord

is from the telephone in our childhood home

 

brown cloth around wire, I wake to hear her

for the first time softly and scratchily,

say, 'Thank you.'

victoria broome

Victoria Broome lives in ChCh and works in primary care mental health and has been writing most of her life. She has been published in a variety of journals and anthologies and was awarded the Louis Johnson Bursary in 2005 from Creative NZ. She was a student of the Hagley Writers Institute.

joanna preston

 

APRIL 2018

'The hill paddock' by Joanna Preston

First Published in The Summer King 

 

The hill paddock

 

Searching for the missing calf

in the brittle light of winter afternoon

 

we found instead 

a tuft of bloodied feathers 

fluttering in the ryegrass

 

as though they could remember flight, 

and longed for it.

Joanna Preston is a Tasmanaut poet and freelance creative writing tutor, who lives in semi-rural Canterbury with a flock of chooks, an overgrown garden, and a Very Understanding Husband. Her first collection, The Summer King (Otago University Press, 2009) won the inaugural Kathleen Grattan Award and also the 2010 Mary Gilmore Prize. A Dark Feathered Art - Joanna Preston

helen yong

MARCH 2018

'Snow-woman' by Helen Yong

First Published, takahē 82

Snow-woman

 

Again, as if it were winter all year,

there has been snow. And her children

in their ruby and cobalt hats and scarves

follow it out into their playground,

the world an ice-room of white.

Their mittened hands stack a snow-woman,

with a bright beret and a parsnip nose.

They leave tracks

like those of small birds.

Behind glass, she worries they might

become lost out in that silent world,

tiny bodies stiff with the chill.

Had she not once wished them gone?

 

And wouldn’t that be her punishment;

never to stand by their beds, to listen

to the magic of soft breathing.

and 2011 earthquakes and the aftershocks. Some in her

Helen Yong is a Christchurch poet who has lived through the 2010 and 2011 earthquakes and the aftershocks. Some in her own life. She has a special interest in Japanese verse including haiku and tanka, receiving a number of awards and publication in NZ and overseas journals and anthologies. Her longer poems have also appeared in a number of publications, more recently the NZPS anthologies, scattered feathers (2015) and after the cyclone (2017), as well as Leaving the Red Zone; Poems from the Canterbury Earthquakes (2016).

rach smith

FEBRUARY 2018

 

'Fishing' by Rachel Smith

First Published, Catalyst Vol 14

 

Fishing

asphalt’s thick dark skin

peeled apart

 

hydro excavation they call it

cut & suck

 

a huddle of backs

sink the line deep

 

past rooted fingers

cables of light & power

 

string one blank face     to another

beads on a thread

 

hold one end tight

even as cat-gut sears

 

the hook is sharp

not cow or whale bone

 

shimmer of iron

ore re-made

 

its teeth glimmer

where Papatuanuku swims

 

bite

her rich, loamy flesh

 

it’ll hold, they cry

she’s a beauty

 

reel her in

heads high & legs wide

 

slap     hands on back

her threshing tail, breaks

 

the surface,  mouth wide

gasping for breath

Rachel Smith lives and writes in the Cook Islands. Her flash and short fiction, and poetry, has been published in print and online journals in Aotearoa and overseas. She was placed second in 2017 NZ National Flash Fiction Day, is the fiction editor for takahē, and script writer for a feature film ‘Stranded Pearl’, due to be released in 2018. 

@rachelmsmithnz1

http://rachelmsmithnz.wix.com/rachel-smith

carol ann duffy

JANUARY 2018

I met Midnight.

Her eyes were sparkling pavements after frost.

 

             Extract from 'Meeting Midnight' by Carol Ann Duffy

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