6 Tips to Write Nature Poetry — Writing poetry can be like a meditation. Especially when writing about nature in nature. It is a wonderous feeling to compose a poem while walking through a forest. There is beauty in the way the gaze can soften, upon ferns and fertile things. I love listening to the way that…

Life update — I’ve been going through my folders and finding all sorts of unfinished projects. This is an attempt to organize myself. An attempt to finish what needs finishing and discard the rest. Perhaps, there is something here that could be reworked, perhaps not. I am writing this in fragments. Trying to…

Nature poetry brings us closer to the Earth — How to write a nature poem Nature poetry brings us closer to the Earth. It reminds us of long forgotten spaces. A forest you used to walk. A tree that offered shade. A garden which sustained you. Nature poetry can conjure natural landscapes and invite them deep into your heart. This is a guide to help…

And the lessons learned — My poetry manuscript (Wild Altar) was rejected for publication. I wanted to update you on the process and progress of my manuscript becoming a book. I also wanted to give myself a pep talk. There is a great expanse of silence after submitting a manuscript. It can be months. Longer…

Life update — I woke up in a grassy paddock, on the edge of a beach. The nearest town has a name that I cannot remember. I’m in a backwater campground. The caretaker lives in an old Bedford truck. There are iron beams growing from the bonnet to a bedroom above. …

Would you write me a poem? — If you found this, you too know something about curiosity. I’ve been building up the courage to ask, would you write me a poem? You see, I’ve been inspired by the Piwakawaka. There is something in the way they fly, so close to my walking body. I know they are…

Life update — I drift. A life gets caught in a current and carried out to sea. Somewhere there are islands, inlets, landmasses. It takes an act of will to rowboat back to shore. Who among us has a boat? …

Life update — I am writing this in an oceanside café. The sun rises on the other side of the street. Hot water steams in a jug. The barista is busy serving takeaway customers. My bus will leave soon but I am ensconced by the cozy, corner table. There is so much to…

A Poem —