“Nicola is an excellent facilitator. I was lucky enough to attend a workshop with her at the Tasmanian Poetry Festival in 2018. She provided awesome prompts and was a great space holder, inviting her participants to explore personal themes deeply. I even produced poems that have landed in my debut full length collection and one of these pieces was included in Hunter Writers Centre ‘Grieve’ anthology. Nicola is relatable, approachable, personable and generous.” – Ela Fornalska, teacher, poet and performer, Melbourne.

I recently read Nicola’s book and it is just beautiful. Do seek it out. She brings so much of her complex experiences as an activist and a secondary school teacher into her work – it is rich in entangled, community-facing life”Helen Lehndorf, a beautiful poet-artivist-gardener-Mama (and more!) from Palmerston North, Manawatū.

Poetry Shelf Theme Season: Fourteen poems about walking

I’m very thankful to Paula Green for publishing my poem “Locus” among these other beauties. #Poetryshelfthemeseason #NZpoems

NZ Poetry Shelf

So many poets have written walking poems. So many poets have commented on the relationship between walking and a poem gathering momentum in the pedestrian’s head. Just for a start, I am thinking of Jenny Bornholdt’s magnificent poem ‘Confessional’, Michele Leggott’s walking blind, a vital thread, with different insight and senses on alert in her poems, and of course Blanche Baughan’s love of hill walking. A poem itself is a form of walking with its various rhythms and absorptions. The poet becomes walker, bricoleur, observer, mind-drifter.

My most recent collection The Track (Seraph Press) was written as I walked the third day of the Queen Charlotte Track with a broken foot in a wild storm. To keep walking I used the alphabet to compose poems and returned home with a book-length sequence. Whenever I have read from it, I am right back in the storm diverting pain with words. A…

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Earth Day 2020


We walk the dark beach at Raumati.
There’s Orion, belt-loose low-rider—
hanging nonchalance in the western sky.

Rather than raising a club 
(Betelgeuse in one bicep
and a faint string of suns in the other

that could be the skin of a lion
or a shield) he’s a glistening child
about to pop a manu off Tuteremoana

into Te-Rau-o-te-Rangi channel.
Imagine Gaia’s rage when Orion dared
to say he would kill every animal

on Earth. My child talks about 
the deep universe more than our planet— 
how his belt might’ve exploded already

‘cos light is so slow to arrive from the past
and we’re always running late into the future,
eh Mum. We were always going to be too late.


For some iwi, the three stars 
are Tautoro, bird perch with a berry star—
bird snare for a chiefly kai—

bright Rigel—Puanga leading in 
the new year with glimmering Matariki. 
In Samoa, the stars form Amonga:

a balance-pole, a carrying-pole.


The Monday in May last year
when the United Nations declared
unprecedented—accelerating—one million

plants and animals 
threatened with extinction, 
Morning Report played the imagined scream 

of Pouakai Haast’s Eagle—Aiiiii was here!
Tuesday to Friday, they aired Moa
Finsch’s duck, New Zealand Goose, Huia—

growling, booming, karking, wailing
I was here I was here I was here I was here
Where are you where are you huia uia uia!


Today, the independent economist 
before the canned bird call
before the trill of the 7am news 

is wondering if the money graphs 
will form a V, U or L.
I dream of O, our lifebelt, 

Kate’s Doughnut. The Earth is howling 
for safe, just circles, and how about
Teina’s Ohanga Iho Nui?


We walk home, pushing the air
aside like it’s the super organza
of the galaxy shushing us.

My glistening child.
How shall we make the world whole in time
when a vested few crave the whole Earth?

Kate Rowarth’s Doughnut Economics

Teina Boasa-Dean’s Ohanga Iho Nui


Kāpiti College reprised ‘Parihaka’ for two nights on March 4 and 5, 2020, in our new performing arts centre, Te Raukura ki Kāpiti.

Kia Aio Te Noho kapa haka rōpū

Our rangatahi are incredible kapa haka performers, directors, actors, artists, musicians and singers, who make you cry and leave you breathless in the best kinds of ways.

Photos by Louve Pharand-Doucet, Year 12, Kāpiti College.

Here’s a wonderful review from Te Aniwaniwa Black.