Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Jul 12, 2006 at 10:32 o\clock

Sticking it to sticky fingers

by: falcon82

Talking to  Dramatica Sirena  about poster hassles brought back memories of poster fixing for the Wellington International Festival last November

 

 

Jul 11, 2006 at 16:02 o\clock

How many ways For Dee See

by: falcon82


How Many Ways
How many ways I have loved you.
How should I count the ways?
How many suns, how many stars
Have shone upon such love?
How many years, how many days
Have I searched for you?


And having found you, not
Recognised who you truly are.
I remember so much.
I forget so much also.
The westering moon spins
Above the kauri tops.
The cold air hits the back of my lungs.
I turn around and you are gone.

 

 

@Written by Ron  Riddell

 

Jul 11, 2006 at 06:23 o\clock

Drinks all round NZ wellington

by: falcon82

Poets of the Festival on a break with Neil the van driver at Shed 5

"Last dink Nell pleeese"

 

Jul 11, 2006 at 00:59 o\clock

Mud and ruts

by: falcon82

 

View from the hills at Titahi Bay where I fell in the mud and slid down the slope under the watchful gaze of a black cow who I am convinced laughed at me.

Jul 11, 2006 at 00:45 o\clock

Two hearts beating just as none

by: falcon82

Thursday, June 01, 2006
The now is now

These now games are tough.

As a man and woman make a garden between them like a bed of stars, here they linger in the winter evening and the evening turns cold with their terror: it could all end, it is capable of devastation. ..........