Please name my owls and my Mexican skull
Have you got the skill to name my owls? Have you got the gall to name my skull? That is my plea in this little song. They have gone anon. for far too long. Thank you dear readers in advance.
Continue readingHave you got the skill to name my owls? Have you got the gall to name my skull? That is my plea in this little song. They have gone anon. for far too long. Thank you dear readers in advance.
Continue reading2019 is the 20th year of Crows Feet Dance Collective. We’ll dance those powerful women demonised as “witches.” Otaki & Te Papa, NZ 10, 23 & 24 March 2019
Continue readingPoetry reading 24 February, Two 70s poets. Write-Into-Life blog project: joy of writing, reading, and being read to. Paekakariki, NZ
Continue reading“I was lucky. My mother taught me about growing old,” said my friend. “That’s interesting,” I said, thinking about my friend’s mother, now deceased: a brilliant, determined woman with a clear vision, years ahead of her time in the causes she fronted. She introduced modern dance to New Zealand. She fought for peace and workers’ […]
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