Last night I felt you near, as near as my own skin; With eyes that I’ve envisioned countless times in my dreams. Underneath the
Tag: poetry
Amber Glass
We look in the windows of apartments, rich and middle-class and imagine lives of ours. Swapping clothes with the woman lighting candles on her
Distant Seas
As winds dance violently with my hair – I catch my mind wandering far and near – miss take my thoughts
My Dear Old Friend
I have barely seen you these past few years, but there are holes in my heart that belong to you. And memories marked with
Break Appetit//eyes
‘Break Appetit’ What is there to eat when the food runs out? Pad your stomach with the briny gruel of rage. What is
Wild Dogs Under My Skirt – Interviewing Stacey Leilua
Merrigong Theatre Company is thrilled to present one of New Zealand’s most successful theatrical exports, Tustiata Avia’s Wild Dogs Under My Skirt at the
Monday Fever
To his alarm, great purple hammocks hung beneath his eyes, sore to the morning sun. Wrestling house keys to the car, it had stung
Walking the Rocks
Here squats a sandstone city, its streets choked by motley cloth, Crowd River; bank brimming over toes tucked beneath dark waters cloaked by shade