I'll shut up about poems soon, but just noticed that the new crop of Best New Zealand Poems (whatever that's supposed to mean) has recently gone live.
They are, of course, a mixed bunch, but it's a splendid idea publishing the anthology online.
I particularly like Fiona Farrell's Eel. Here's a taste:
...but now I am old
and the sea knocks
at my head and there’s
a taste to the water
that was not there before
I cannot eat cannot settle
guts shrunk to dry rattle
I turn head on to the current
and swim against the stream
drawn by the sound in my head
Read the whole journey here.
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