I signed up to review some poetry for Booksellers New Zealand. The nerd in me is ridiculously happy.
I’m trying to cobble together some poetry at the moment, from memos and fragments and notes on napkins. It’s not going great but it made me think about language and Continue Reading →
‘WHEN I SAY I FORGIVE YOU, KNOW THIS./ I did not bury the hatchet./ I have the hatchet in my hands./ I am building myself a new house. That was Continue Reading →
“I tell people, oh, I’m organising Naked Girls Reading, and they go: whoa what’s that? and I’m like… Naked. Girls. Reading. How else can I put this?” – Genevieve Fowler
Hera Lindsay Bird was here for the Nelson Arts Festival. So I took a bunch of painkillers and drank a lot of coffee and went, because. Well. There’s no way Continue Reading →