Bio: In mid twenties: gave up writing due to (a). perceived global oversupply of printed words. (b). other interests. 1978: Began writing again at Tokomaru Bay. Published poetry in Broadsheet around then. Other writing followed; some printed, some spoken in public, some kept in a drawer.
FRAMING/1 In such a life nothing can bleed past this styptic edge this box this boundary one side is pressed to the straight side the other waves randomly into a border of autumn trees is it time to go unconditional? FRAMING/2 In Wellington I stay with my friend Howard who wakes at dawn for strong coffee and tai chi His days are spent framing art and credentials for wealthy Karori folk. I don't tell him that in my bag is a frame bought at the Warehouse for $10. I have already slipped this blown up snapshot between its thin glass front and cardboard back. On Sunday my mother will be 94 and far away in Coromandel I will present to her this record of the summer past hoping that as she sees it thoughts will come of those who love her on whom she doted once before fickle memory chose to leave everything except the present moment outside the frame. Teenage boys Flicking grown-up truth Like a coin Choosing On the toss Not looking for trouble Not running away from it either Testosterone walk Group clone Every one has a name Leo Tommie KJ Tai and the best shoes to stand or run Invincible fragile bodies Rushing into The diffracting surf.