Borderline hypochondria in lockdown—a poem
A poem about hypochondria in lockdown. It’s a thing, isn’t it? And a good thing too. One half thinks her throat is hot and breeding mould.
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A soothing poem about self-isolation
It’s World Poetry Day, and I’m going to read you an old poem that I find very soothing.
It’s about a different kind of self-isolation. Not for COVID-19 but for a bruised heart.
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Let me count the homes—a poem about not being homeless
In New Zealand as elsewhere, far too many are homeless and forced to be sleeping rough on the streets or in parks. I am immensely privileged to have had at least 25 homes. Even my most primitive shelter had a bed, an electric kettle, and running water.
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Perhaps—a poem about death and the noosphere
Perhaps when I die
my me, my who
my one, my I
distils in minds
and memories
of those who stay behind.
The only old man in the world — a poem
Poem about a man who turned his 50th birthday into a competitive-tragi-comic-melodrama. I know this birthday can be tough, but hey!
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