Tag Archives: Poems in the Waiting Room

Anna Woodford

Last night I received Anna’s bio and photo with an offer of two poems if I was interested. Tonight I received her response to my, “yes please. “ Two vaguely political poems then:  not on purpose, just selected because they’re … Continue reading

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The hand that nurtures

We’re regularly drawn to Wanaka for our autumn holiday. The colours are fantastic, there are plenty of leaf scuffing opportunities, the days are crisp and the evenings snuggly cool.  Whenever we arrive the first place I always head for is … Continue reading

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Old sheds and an artist

In 1981 we moved from our King Country farm to a lifestyle block in the Orinoco Valley near Motueka, a beautiful place with hills, rivers and mountains, and nearby beaches.There were plenty of old rustic sheds on our block and … Continue reading

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On the road again

Riverton has always felt like home to me, it was a terrific community for a child to be brought up in. When I was nine we moved to Timaru and after five years there, headed south again to Stirling in … Continue reading

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A stormy birth

According to my mother I was born during a thunderstorm in July, 1944, but allowing for her gift of dramatic exaggeration it is just as likely that the event was accompanied by an unremarkable passing shower of light rain. Mick … Continue reading

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Waiata Dawn Davies

Waiata Dawn Davies and I have kept in touch via email for several years. In 2011 Waiata Dawn spent three months in Dublin where she attended several courses at the Irish Writers Centre. Her emails were funny, informative and at … Continue reading

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Worrying words

I cautiously replied that last year we had no size restrictions and it all came together so I’d allow him creative freedom to do what he wanted. As soon as I pressed send I suddenly had thoughts of a shipping … Continue reading

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