There is an article in the New Zealand Herald that got me thinking this morning. It helped me think about something else than the chaos in my home from kitchen renovations. More on that later. Siena Yates: TV3's in house war over Taika's racist comment. This is a good take on racism here in New… Continue reading New Zealand is as racist as F**!
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You said you’d love me, till I lay cold in a box of walnut with silver handles; now I turn the electric blanket to two, and keep my socks on at night. You promised to wear your ring with pride, but melted it down for thirty dollars, You wanted to fall asleep inside me; rock… Continue reading Two-Headed Coin
I’ve been told there a wee bit of Irish in my ancestry. As St. Patrick’s Day nears I have a suspicion that a great many people suddenly develop ancestral ties to the land of the Blarney Stone. It’s on my bucket list – to visit the Emerald Isle and plant a big wet one on… Continue reading There’s something about St. Patrick’s Day
she speaks in the way she moves her purr at my touch silences me
Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go. Friday's child is loving and giving Saturday's child works hard for a living But the child born on the Sabbath Day Is fair and wise and good and gay. *** Saturday's… Continue reading Saturday’s Child
Rounded yellow eyes track movement up a wall, life’s short
standing out amongst the dawn chorus a lone Tui takes the solo