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Mary Cresswell
New Zealand

Enigmatic blue on a weekly basis Andy Leleisi'uao
Enigmatic blue on a weekly basis - Andy Leleisi'uao
Mary Cresswell grew up in Los Angeles but has spent most of her life in Wellington. She lives at the beach now. Her day job is as science editor/proofreader. She is co-author of Millionaire's Shortbread (University of Otago Press) and has published in journals in Canada, the US, Australia and the UK, as well as in NZ.
HMS Endeavour leaves Wellington Harbour

Thirty floors up
the conference table
waxes vast and smooth

Wharves and docks
motorways, parking lots
spill themselves

into the distance
black-backed gulls
hustle the air

Tiny boats, white chicks,
trail the tall ship
out to the heads

tack back home
as its sails reach out
to the racing clouds

Reflecting, I turn towards
my computer screen
tumbled about with stars.


In the car they whined and they squabbled:
limericks, word games for hours, forever.
The road barely touched the horizon.
Outside, the green grain rippled and waved
for miles, identical miles. We called
it a sea. Look, we kept saying, look,
have you ever seen a sea of grass?
They were outraged, yet another lie,
like, It’s not far now—We’ll be there soon.


Plasma dances to the edge
of the bell jar
chasing your warm hands
following your touch ...

A nearby sandstorm
likewise under glass
heaps dissected dunes
dumps them in new forms ...

Letters spin on stacked-up wheels
slow down, stop to spell
the codebreaker, the magic word ...

You are bored

Yes the ice cream yes the drink
yes yes the packet of crisps and
enough is enough is enough
let’s go go go now now now

The train takes us along new lines
molecules juddering underground
You sit thoughtful in the racket
Your hands trace the shape

of the bell jar.


Star light, star bright
it probably will
I expect it might
I could have had
what might have been
if needs had must
or would’ve (then).
It maybe will be
(not sure if I should)
I might possibly see
what I used to could.