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Tuesday Poem: Grave secrets by Helen Bascand

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Becoming a Tuesday Poet. Our Birthday Poems 2011-3. Tuesday, June 16, 2015. Grave secrets by Helen Bascand. If you should bury me,. As I have requested. With my hands clasped,. Bury me wearing this bird. On a fine chain,. In a thousand years,. A wise man might say. The bones of an elderly woman,. Well, she would have been elderly. Of the spinal column, we can deduce. She carried heavy loads and the bones. Of the hands indicate hard labour. Degeneration of the phalanges. This was a common affliction.

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Tuesday Poem: Editors

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Becoming a Tuesday Poet. Our Birthday Poems 2011-3. The Tuesday Poem collective was founded by Wellington writer and publisher. And Dunedin poet and artist. Below: 1. the role of Tuesday Poem editor. 2 the role of Tuesday Poem hub subbie. 1 Tuesday Poem editor - what to do:. You need to be invited by email. For your post as editor, pick a poem that you admire. It can be unpublished or published, and be by anyone from a fellow Tuesday Poet to a Poet Laureate. It should not be by you, the editor. Unless it...

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Tuesday Poem: June 2015

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Becoming a Tuesday Poet. Our Birthday Poems 2011-3. Tuesday, June 30, 2015. Papatoetoe Poems by Tony Beyer. The billy that rang empty. On its hook against the gate post. Last thing at night. Was full of the colour of starlight at dawn. Them kumaras is really gallopin now. Mr Kilgour in braces and hobnail boots. He'd stamp and click on the path. Like a horse modestly skittish in its stall. When he came over to use our phone. He shouted as if he believed. A hollow and not altogether reliable tube. Of the a...

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Tuesday Poem: May 2015

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Becoming a Tuesday Poet. Our Birthday Poems 2011-3. Tuesday, May 26, 2015. How They Came To Privatise The Night by Maria McMillan. It began with shadows. Small nights we carry with us. Striding into the sky. Like the Chinese lovers. Whose bridge is the Milky Way –. Distance was nothing to them. Or waiting seven years. Clearly of private benefit. They said: The shade they offer. The company. The sense of self. Hitherto pricing has not reflected. Dusk was much the same. To applying the forces. I wrote this...

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Tuesday Poem: "Anna God Remembers" by Eileen Moeller

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Becoming a Tuesday Poet. Our Birthday Poems 2011-3. Tuesday, July 28, 2015. Anna God Remembers" by Eileen Moeller. The time she followed in. Her father’s footsteps,. Tiptoeing through the night. Behind him as he left for the barn. She was only two years old but she remembers. How the front door locked behind her. And he went off to do the milking,. Not even seeing her standing there. In her little coat and rubber boots. She remembers singing to herself. As she curled up on the front porch. One of the ver...

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Tuesday Poem: Sangan River Meditations: Spring, by Susan Musgrave

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Becoming a Tuesday Poet. Our Birthday Poems 2011-3. Monday, July 6, 2015. Sangan River Meditations: Spring, by Susan Musgrave. What I most want is to spring out of this personality,. Then to sit apart from that leaping. I've lived too long where I can be reached. In another life, this place was my home. I feel the rising of a forgotten knowledge. Like a spring from hidden aquifers under the earth. To glimpse your own nature is to come home. Like the rainfall that turns to mist before touching the earth.

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Tuesday Poem: Two short poems by Vincent O'Sullivan

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Becoming a Tuesday Poet. Our Birthday Poems 2011-3. Tuesday, August 11, 2015. Two short poems by Vincent O'Sullivan. A man I talked with in a bar in Berlin. Once read poetry, he said, with passion, served. With distinction in an army he loathed. Beyond. Which he said little. He drank Schnapps. He advised,. As we parted, to avoid epiphanies as I would gunfire. His phrase for ordering a Schnapps was 'to dim the lights'. The sentiment of goodly things. The birds are back at the feeder. Now the air is warmer.

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Tuesday Poem: Sugarloaf hill by Bill Sutton

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Becoming a Tuesday Poet. Our Birthday Poems 2011-3. Tuesday, June 23, 2015. Sugarloaf hill by Bill Sutton. I like to start my morning walks. Earlier in late summer. Before the Hawke’s Bay heat engine. And the flies start up. There are people already. We smile and exchange. Scratches in the dirt. And I see the ragwort. Is making a comeback. From spraying and insects. It’s cool at the top. I sit for a minute. Grateful for the quiet. A cluster of houses. The Hawke’s Bay hills. And a small plane zizzes.

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O Audacious Book: The Blue 's Odyssey

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Friday, April 18, 2008. The Blue 's Odyssey. The first photograph of The Blue away from home was taken on Andros, Greece, shortly after publication. The fishing boat looks like it's called George. Sue and John took the snap and sent it to me (he's a doctor, a Shakespearean actor and a tango dancer, and she's one of the best midwives in the world. A tango dancer). I was delighted. I was seriously jealous. I could smell the sea, see the pelican, hear the Greeks: Ti kanees simera? Posted by Mary McCallum.