Macrocarpa (Cupressus macrocarpa) He was bruised lucid when I found him, The ruptured contents of the radiator Still rising up through lower branches. He would later tell me oh how it hurts And ask me to hold him, but early on In this piece he started with a punch line. A sentence punctuated by my… Continue reading Paul Gallagher
Author: Paul Gallagher
is a poet, writer and journalist based in Wellington. His work explores the discourse between history and memory. He enjoys the fact that the word ‘awkward’ is very awkward. He believes that a cup of tea will make even a bleak situation better. He’s facing a year filled with long haul flights, and would gladly receive any recommendations for reading. He once had a poem included in a collection of work by schoolchildren, and it was terrible.
Paul Gallagher
Roasting Plantain (Poem for Sosephina) When confronted with the wisdom of the years Even bitter fruits become moreish in palm oil. There is no battle here between past and present, youth knows To turn sweating pig meat and banana leaves on hot stones. Grey locks washed, softened in coconut milk will watch: Blushing cheeks stitched… Continue reading Paul Gallagher