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Dear Heart: 150 New Zealand Love Poems | Jill-Chan.com
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Official website of the poet, fiction writer, and editor. Larr; Dust to Dust. Dear Heart: 150 New Zealand Love Poems. April 4, 2012. I’m honoured to have a poem of mine included in the beautiful new anthology Dear Heart: 150 New Zealand Love Poems. Edited by Paula Green for Godwit Press (Random House). Thank you, Paula. 2 Comments on “Dear Heart: 150 New Zealand Love Poems”. April 4, 2012 at 4:16 pm. Congratulations…this is wonderful. You deserve such honors and achievement. April 4, 2012 at 5:06 pm.
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Reviews | Jill-Chan.com
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Official website of the poet, fiction writer, and editor. 8220; These Hands Are Not Ours. 8230;] is the third collection by a poet who, with each offering, is refining herself as a distinct voice of exile and dispossession in the New Zealand literary canon.” – Siobhan Harvey. 8220; Jill Chan. Positions the reader on the edge between pleasure and pain: These poems are a disconcerting textual metaphor for our uncertain times.” – Janet Charman. New Zealand Writer’s Ezine. 8220;A book people could enjoy for ...
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Readings & Interviews | Jill-Chan.com
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Official website of the poet, fiction writer, and editor. Oranges and Rust: An Interview with Jeannine Hall Gailey and Jill Chan. By Ivy Alvarez (qarrtsiluni, November 2005). Cafe Cafe One on One. Interview by Michelle Buchanan (MiPOradio, February 2007). Women of the Web. Interview by Didi Menendez (MiPOesias, September 2007). A Conversation with a Poet. Interview by F.J.C. (Our Family, April 2011). Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive. Edited by Jan Kemp and Jack Ross (2004). 8211; Emerging poet a...
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AucklandPoetry.com: cleansing
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Sunday, December 14, 2008. We spent the day in solemn meditation,. Herb water was our only medication. Body and soul were one in mediation,. Seeking for healing and remediation. After much contest, angst and agitation,. The outcome of our corporate cogitation. Was this resolve, proclaimed with animation;. To censure all past sins in commination. Now we are clean and pure and whole, and wholesome. As paragons of health, we are the whole sum;. Our life at close of day is full and fulsome-. With Guest Poets...
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AucklandPoetry.com: An Overcoming.
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Sunday, December 14, 2008. Midnight revolution of collective conscience. Watch your step, there's death on the footpath. And they overcame him by the blood of the faceless,. Nameless, unseen martyrs. Dead in the streetlight; flare and gash. As the eyes drop. Down, in shame, in astonishment. The just deserves of a life spent in captivity,. The last reserves of a generation spent, spent,. Spent, mother fucker. The martyrs and saints and holy men. All bow down, last breath's moment, bergomask. Life is forev...
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AucklandPoetry.com: December 2005
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Saturday, December 03, 2005. Oh Mighty Stag on yonder Crag,. Thy stately form Elates,. And shows the World and All Therein,. What He above Creates. For the Silhouette, that there Unfolds,. Is a sight from Times Primeval,. Against a moon that's waxes Full,. And Shines on things Coeval. That Haughty head with Antlers Poised,. A'reaching for the Sky,. Enables that most Noble Stance,. The Dangers to Defy. Yet be Aware and take good Care,. For Terrors lurk in Hiding,. For both Man and Beast and none the Least,.
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AucklandPoetry.com: Dried out Oceans
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Sunday, December 14, 2008. Darkness absorbed her black tresses. To mask the deep seas that looked intently at me. This impenetrable night was deeper than the black oceans in my garden. The squall had drowned and the tide ebbed, the taste of the salty drops still lingered. The oceans desiccated to the last tear,. Left no evidence of presence in the excuse of the cloaked night the immensity of vast spaces weighed me down,. The whining moment’s elusive entwinements. In the retreating station. You can search...
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AucklandPoetry.com: Hyde Park
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Sunday, December 14, 2008. Shadow cast a languid palette. Of colours, clear and incandescent. Grey freen, mottled and blue. Impressionist eye held the view. Through tall grasses dancing. In Parks expanse leading,. My eye to follow a shadow to a water fountain. In reflective notes, it played happily in the fountain. And cheerful droplets rose to lead. Ones eye to the great leafy. Guardians of the park, heavy. With their summer spread,. For the human need. To escape the heat. Of the day near complete.
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AucklandPoetry.com: goodbye
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Sunday, December 14, 2008. Goodbye smells musty, like old clothes. Untouched in the back of the wardrobe;. Dusty, like words on a scrap of newspaper. That flutter from an opened book. Goodbye smells like an old man who smokes. And ate garlic last night, and the night before;. Warm, like tarmac in the middle of town. In summer, after a shower has passed. Goodbye smells like coffee newly brewing. Somewhere nearby, for someone else;. Like the kerosene taste in my throat. In the airport departure lounge.