Tim Jones: Books in the Trees

  Mary Cresswell is a Wellington poet who lives on the Kapiti Coast. She came to New Zealand from Los Angeles in 1970, after having lived i...

  The Sound Of Now First line from Marie Ponsot, ‘Reminder’ I am rich. I am poor. Time is all I own. Time is fair. Time is foul. I am a...

  Tales For Canterbury In just over a month since the Christchurch earthquake of 22 February, editors Cassie Hart and Anna Caro have don...

  This is a tent. This is another tent, next to the first tent. This is a bag full of urine. This is the vast inconceivable. This is a...

  Twitter and the news this morning are full of excitement about the ultra-cool new heatseeking missile technology being used to attack Lib...

  Men Briefly Explained My friend and I are talking to the most attractive woman in the room. My friend and I are talking at the most...

  I have been a very naughty boy. Well, a slightly naughty boy, anyway. I meant to put up a post about the opportunity to nominate works ...