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Full poem by Pippi Jean, first published on NZ Poetry Shelf:
Is teething at the river mouth. Burrowing down.
Between the dirt and wild things. Frozen breathing, rain,
this place, is smoking from the mountainside.
Is setting bush on fire.
Is suspended by wire pins. Browning alpine sunshine
slunk onto muck. Sky and the sailing moors,
all bright descended pictures,
falling on the roof.
Is passing under cars.
Is passerby. Non-belonging. Beating trails
where the road hitches and pulls from
snow, matted scrubland, country laid
in bird formation. Is burnt-out
with believing. Festering.
Splintered. Usually
self-inflicted.
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My City
04:16
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Full poem by Pippi Jean, first published on NZ Poetry Shelf:
drawing blank amber cartridges in windows
from which we see children hanging, high fires
of warehouse colours, a reimagining, my city fluttering
far and further away with flags netted
and ziplining west to east, knotted
and raining sunshine,
paving cinder-block-lit-tinder music in alleys
where we visit for the first time, signal murals
to leapfrog smoke, a wandering, my city gathering
close and closer together a wilderness
of voices shifting over each other
and the orchestra,
constructing silver half-heresies in storefronts
to catch seconds of ourselves, herald nighttimes
from singing corners, a remembering, my city resounding
in and out the shout of light on water
and people on water, the work of day
and each other,
my city in the near distance fooling me
into letting my words down, my city visible
a hundred years from tomorrow,
coming out of my ears and
forgiving me,
until i am disappeared someways and no longer
finding me to you
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11:11
02:51
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Full poem by Pippi Jean, published in Best New Zealand Poems:
The hometown at nighttime smells like resin
and water and the flicking off of light switches,
of crickets and motorway noise, of cold
that slips about your neck
like a wet towel. Winged things scatter
in the grass; houses leak onto the street:
jigsaw pieces of porches and timber
weatherboards painted white. Lamplight,
goodnight stories, a clatter of voices
like the scraping of a plate.
The trees stand solitary. Clouds wring
the odd star out of the dark. We’re
walking on nothing. We’re the road, unlined.
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Postcard to Alana
02:57
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Full poem by Pippi Jean, first published in Starling Magazine:
The difference between you and me is you are willing
to let your heart take a battering because your heart is
a suit of armour in the tomb under Vergina projecting
its winged glittering across the museum inviting all the
visiting children to veer closer each hand out to either
side grabbing at glass cases steering blind then to peer
between the letters in a brochure and misinterpret you
as an artefact lost for a thousand million years declare
you they’ve found you although you were dug up right
where you were meant to lie. The difference is you can
die believing in something. I am one of those children
crouched in a corner with my heart, burying.
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Internet Friend
04:22
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Full poem by Pippi Jean, first published in Starling Magazine:
here is my space
acres and acres of it down to the ocean
nettled with small patters of sheep
fields dyed dark dying amber
blanket fuzz of dust in the air
lisp of light at the the twin peaks of Taranga Island
fantails slinging through scrub
i remember those peaks from year 8 camp
as crayon scratches at the sunset
early moon in the late blue
electric fence rattle-spark bug-sting
bug-sting
the creek we haven’t found, roaring bug-sting
frail
scrape castles built of water towers
of divining rods water tanks and flowers
road grown in dry grass
first star
the dark,
the cold.
my cold. my dark.
do you see it? i give you all of this:
i give you our newslady ringing tinny across the valley &
disappearing into the bush
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Cadence Chung Wellington, New Zealand
Cadence Chung is a poet, composer, musician, and student from Te-Whanganui-a-Tara. Her poetry has been published widely, with her debut chapbook 'anomalia' released in April 2022 with Tender Press. Her original musical 'In Blind Faith' debuted at BATS Theatre in August 2022, and she is currently studying Classical Voice at the New Zealand School of Music. ... more
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