The last time I swam in the ocean was (maybe) seventeen months ago. At home, Aotearoa New Zealand, a rushed dunk at dawn before driving back up to Auckland Airport to catch my flight back here (home?). Growing up in Auckland meant a childhood spent never far from the sea. We spent our summers on […]Read more "A Well of Collective Memory: At the Pond"
I have a friend on the other side of the world and we write occasional long-form emails to one another. Emails that are a delight and surprise when they PING into my inbox. Emails that I often plunder for inspiration and emails that serve as a transcript of our friendship. It was in one of […]Read more "In the mood for Too Much and Not the Mood"
Last week two fifteen year old girls asked this question — miss, does anyone actually read poetry? Yes. But what kind of answer is that from an English Teacher? And so today, the day before the day before summer, I spent my free period putting together a collection of fresh poetry for them. When I […]Read more "Does Anyone Actually Read Poetry?"