Monthly Archives: February 2013

Alyson Hallett

While visiting Dyslexia Discovery in Christchurch  several years ago I took photos of each exhibit and placed the photos on our kitchen fridge, by my work desk and on my writing desk –  just to remind me that when I’m … Continue reading

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Poets’n eels

Fiona Farrell has just sent me an email with a photo and a poem, as requested by me, for her blog page. When we were walking the Banks Peninsula track our lads were delighted to find eels, small, large, fat … Continue reading

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Moody skies, trees and farmhouses……

So what current projects are you working on, besides ours of course? I’m working on about 6 pieces. I always have quite a few on the go at any time. I’m currently painting very moody skies and golden land. There’s … Continue reading

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The Time Office

In the dock a boat straddles, a big man wearing a too small suit; my corduroy trousers, capillary tubes, run to Chelsea boots, glowing with impossible dreams as the Tyne ruffles, nudges nervously dock gates, a pulsing lung, yet I … Continue reading

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Birds………..

I have this fascination with the small birds where I live in the Bay of Plenty; they twist and curl in the air about my house in the inner city in spite of the changes over this land and coast … Continue reading

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Talking about walking and, a poet

I’d be absolutely delighted for my poem to take part in this! It sounds terrific. If the poem isn’t selected, that will be just fine too – but I shall cross fingers that someone likes the look of it. This … Continue reading

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Connections

I distinctly remember sitting in the window seat reading Flight with Mountains from Fleur’s Selected Poems and being stunned. The poem was about, and dedicated to, my Uncle Dave. I’d never known Dave, he had been killed in an avalanche … Continue reading

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