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Author Archives: martininwhangarei
Although this poem is explicitly about the process of leaf fall from trees, and the recycling of those leaves to feed the cycle, it also implicitly deals with the process of writing and editing of my own poems, in that … Continue reading
Fishing for ormers under the stars on the last spring tide, the final full moon, of their existence © Martin Porter 2016
Poetry Live has regular performances and open mike at the Thirsty Dog on the K. Road in Auckland. I read three poems, “The Conjurer”, “Nude Descending a Staircase No 2” and “Wreck”.
Hypothesis for Two Voices (to be read simultaneously) “Most of the fundamental ideas of science are essentially simple, and may, as a rule, be expressed in a language comprehensible to everyone. “ – Albert Einstein He has spent most of … Continue reading
Pig The valley cradles you in green baize. Open skied, the sun carelessly bakes you. You make me smile. Your shadow throws a blotch of coolness with remarkable generosity, and you awaken, scented by manure, trotting on tip-toe between stones … Continue reading
“Digging Trenches” has been selected as one of the poems from the “100 Voices” collection to be read at the “Daniel Austin: 100 War Poems” event as part of the Jersey Festival of Words 2015. The event takes place at … Continue reading
“lantern” is a recent workplace exercise. It is based on a didactic cinquaine form.
“The Stone Book” is the first of a sequence of four short stories for children collectively known as “The Stone Book Quartet” written by Alan Garner. The poem is based on an empathetic reading of the story as it relates … Continue reading
ON READING “THE STONE BOOK” Deep underground It lies. Void Some say. They know nothing. The painted pictures run across the walls. The pressed perfumes of flowers linger on. © Martin Porter 1990