… these poems glow with heart. They are laid-back, warm and loveable.”
— Hamesh Wyatt, Otago Daily Times
from ‘The bowsprit chronicles’
I gaze where the ship points me. On up-swells
I glimpse clouds; swinging down, I peer
into the keel-split water. I am always proud,
even disdainful: I slight porpoise and albatross
without favour. I am the sailor’s muse, the ship’s courage.
This fact sings in my cedar blood.