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Old-timey cinemas… and the shop of the ‘OP’ … …where the kind lady who runs it is trying to find the person who didn’t get the full dinner-set… But you are a city-slicker nowadays and where you get the most excited is when a cafe unexpectedly reminds you of Wellington…you suspect the coffee won’t be as … Continue reading good times in small towns
Bonny Glen Landfill. * I WISH I WAS JOKING… Continue reading three word found poem
*those of you who are ancient like me, might get the bad pun in the title… I love mandala. I often make little ones out of windfalls and flowers, in my backyard or when I’m out and about. I love the idea of art that sits there until the weather scatters it off in all … Continue reading free nature mandala*
It’s been raining a good few days now – after nine weeks without rain, this wet stuff falling from the sky seems a miracle. How quickly the garden wakes up, too. From desperate and dusty, to enlivened, greening…drinking it all in… Just as well, because I was getting major ‘drought-rage’. What’s drought-rage? Drought-rage is walking … Continue reading the drought breaks and with it my rage and I farewell the tomatoes
When I went south to see Neko Case recently, there were tiny worlds within the tiny world that is the small Wellington villa of my friends, Pip and Brent. Brent and his daughter had made some miniature lands by planting some real grass in pots and populating these micro-farms with plastic animals. The organic meets the inorganic: The … Continue reading tiny worlds of the Adam/McIntyre household
Recently I took occupation of the Beatson’s Foxton house, which is generously rented out to writers at an inexpensive rate so that even people on a poet’s wage (cough cough) can afford a retreat, for a weekend with three writer friends. It’s a beautiful house overlooking the Manawatu Estuary, it has all the things you need … Continue reading a retreat into writing and resting
I got a horrible cold last weekend. One of those ones where your bones ache and your eyes run and you fill a bag with tissues in a few hours and you go hot then cold then hot then cold…for a couple of days I drank only miso soup and honey/lemon/ginger drinks, and felt pretty … Continue reading Rosy cheeks
