Tim Jones: Books in the Trees

Before science stepped in with its fancy footwork A raw youth, I'd scan nights for a shooting star Crooning like Como to catch one an...

The sculptor has caught Courtney in the act of running away, her uniform already half removed, the blue of the blazer (optional) offs...

Poetry in Greytown I had a good time last month reading poetry and meeting poets and poetry lovers in Takaka and Nelson. Soon I'll be...

You have five days left to vote for the takahe as Bird of the Year 2012 - or, if you prefer (though I can't imagine why), some other b...

The First Artist on Mars Well, the first professional artist There were scientists who, you know dabbled but NASA sent us — me and ...

An old woman in a bathchair appears on the lawn hair freshly combed rug newly straightened. Her attendants relieved mov...

I'm off soon to a part of Aotearoa I've never visited before: Golden Bay. I've judged the poetry division of this year's Go...