by GMB-Admin | Sep 27, 2021
A story begins with a seed,An idea that swells under the lightOf confluence of truth and fictionDeep thought and wondering,Swirled together like a cake mix.Fictional forms walk my mind,The long dead insert themselves on the page,I can’t stop them,For they live in...
by GMB-Admin | Sep 27, 2021
Te Awa Kaitunu has forged its way from Rotoiti to Maketu where tides whirl to the horizon. A small boat is caught on a sand bar. A young man on shore, cell phone in hand, calls ‘Get in quick bro.’ The sea is playful, deceptive, having fun. My feet kick silver sand but...
by GMB-Admin | Sep 27, 2021
Happiness is a butterfly Alighting just beyond my grasp, So quietly, a gentle sigh She knows this moment cannot last. Alighting just beyond my grasp I thought I had it, too soon gone, Happiness could not hold fast A trick, a breeze, a fleeting song. So quietly, a...
by GMB-Admin | Sep 27, 2021
I like a poem when I’m too tired For articles and books complex and deep Or my brain is simply over-wired. When with furrowed brow thought is required To consider, reflect, connections leap Across the page; neurons must fire. A poem is a form somewhat higher, Beyond...
by GMB-Admin | Sep 27, 2021
Life has slowed to a gentler beat a measured waltz, no more frantic tango in this lockdown world, lake ripples still fold and chase to shore while autumn sunlight glints on oak leaves and flax: a bushel of green swords reaching skyward. The dogs are happy, more walks...