Everyone should write poems, for life, for love, for grace. Sunday, December 4, 2016. Who is transforming who? In light, in spirit, who is transforming who? Holly books bathed in ink, in tears, teach us to believe. Is this your path? Is this what you want to achieve? Or are you deceived or manipulating too? Since the beginning of time and words. We balance between faith and knowledge. Aware of the cross, the snake, the swords. Always advancing, always on the edge.

Donate and Request a Translation. Click here to hear me recite the Arabic. Whenever I see you, I despair of my verse. I only despair of my poems. When I am with you. So that when I think about what awe you strike.

If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,. For we have some flax golden tales to spin. You Never Hear the Garden Grow. You never hear the garden. Powerful Thoughts in Tiny Packages. Way Down in the Music.

Published twice a year and edited since 1993 by Alistair Paterson. Excerpts from the current issues and archive of older issues going back to Issue 22 are available in this online version of the magazine. Filed under New Zealand Poetry. Tagged as 21st Century New Zealand Poetry. This is one of the mo.

Poetry to Prose and Back to Poetry. Good Morning, Good Morning! Sunday In The Park. Science, Structure, and Poetry. The Title of This Non-Poem is My Buggy Eyes. Yes, One Step At A Time. Waiting, Waiting, Waiting. The First of a Million Kisses.