Thursday, May 01, 2008

Shelf poem for Robyn

like a yearning
of available space

a tender minute
of ply

a lanky plank
of splintered

a poem
that is utterly

I'm doing a dance while I write. I call it "horizontal extension".


Joanna said...

You're doing the horizontal dance while you write? Oooeer!

Anonymous said...

Not pornographic enough

Kimberley said...

awesome poem. look out pablo neruda.

now more about me. you asked about richard till? i didn't actually meet him. we bonded by phone. he said people send him hordes of teatowels, his address is in the book. lives in waltham, christchurch, i believe. i made the sponge pudding from his last series. it was a hit.