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POETRY, SHORT FICTION, ESSAYS.
LINKS TO NEW WRITING:
Adapting to Crisis | Ten Notable Writers Talk with Penelope Todd | Down in Edin Magazine | Issue 24 | Dec 2021
Professor Bebop advises | Love in the Time of Covid | 2021
Shudder | Love in the Time of Covid | 2021
Coral Arranging | Flash Frontier | December 2021
Waiting for the New Song to Rise | A visual & written essay | Down in Edin Magazine | Issue 21 | July 2020
FIFTY-ONE | Ko Aotearoa Tātou | We Are New Zealand | A Conversation with the Artist |WORD Christchurch |2020
SINGING THE BLUES | Flash Frontier | In Conversation with Michelle Elvy | 2018
MANY AS ONE - A Global Honeycomb | Flash Frontier | 2019
Love | Flash Frontier | April Issue 2019
Adapting to Crisis | Ten Notable Writers Talk with Penelope Todd | Down in Edin Magazine | Issue 24 | Dec 2021
Professor Bebop advises | Love in the Time of Covid | 2021
Shudder | Love in the Time of Covid | 2021
Coral Arranging | Flash Frontier | December 2021
Waiting for the New Song to Rise | A visual & written essay | Down in Edin Magazine | Issue 21 | July 2020
FIFTY-ONE | Ko Aotearoa Tātou | We Are New Zealand | A Conversation with the Artist |WORD Christchurch |2020
SINGING THE BLUES | Flash Frontier | In Conversation with Michelle Elvy | 2018
MANY AS ONE - A Global Honeycomb | Flash Frontier | 2019
Love | Flash Frontier | April Issue 2019
TODAY’S SKY
belongs to Tiepolo. A wisp of a man now with nicotine-stained teeth and wine-soaked breath, he lives alone in a white house with blue windows and a wide view across the water. His angels of old have long since flown, yet still he paints and scumbles, fusses beneath his frescoed dome. Some mornings, a flock of whisper-thin sparrows hovers and on warmer days the bumblebees visit. He says it’s the blue they like which is reason enough to keep his windows open. Even when he forgets, the bumblebees find a crack and make their way in, stripe his house yellow and black. They don’t stay long, he insists, just long enough to tap dance on my walls and sills, resting awhile on my purple cushions and sometimes on the medieval throne in the hallway. Claire Beynon © |
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CATCH WATER. HOLD FIRE | Prose Poem | 2021
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PROFESSOR BEBOP ADVISES | Poem | 2021
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THE FRUIT IS RIPENING AS IT SHOULD | Essay on the writing process | 2018
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NATURE'S LITTLE MASONS
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SNAP FROZEN
Journal entries from Explorers Cove, Antarctica October/November 2008 DOUBLE PORTRAIT
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