O Audacious Book

I ordered this, clean wood box  Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.  I would say it was the coffin of a midget  Or a square b...

Herewith, I offer you one of my favourite short stories of all time. Such writing about the human spirit and about music, about families a...

In the sweet of the morning, would barely fill a palm  or china cup,  is a mouse curled up asleep in the bread. Hush, or it will waken...

Elizabeth Knox writes movingly and insightfully on caring for a loved person through a long illness – and how caring for her mother has ch...

Anahera Renée Renée is a writer who lives up the Kapiti Coast about an hour and a half from me. She's in her eighties and has b...

                    for Harriet  26 8 93–7 5 14 Audacious to think I taste that kind of sorrow. My missing of you is sim...

It’s true I didn’t eat pears for years unaware they ripen from  the  inside  out, despite Dad who worked with apples and pe...

The feijoas are falling from the trees – a fresh bag-load every day. Winter is on its way. I am in the kitchen shucking feijoas ...

My poem 'Chemotherapy' - a tribute to the courage and constancy of The Book of Hat author Harriet Rowland's mum Jan Kelly - ...

is the march of students into class,       the closing of space around them   like a retracted wing. is ornithology for beginners...

The minim leap of dog behind, and in front, the hemidemisemiquavers of rabbit. Oblivious, both. I think of Mary Oliver and her ...