Landfall 205, Autumn 2003 ___ Her bones are at the bottom of the ocean They are very quiet Beautiful white bones with sandy hair stretching out into infinity Her real hair is gone Strand by dandelion strand it floated away There was a time When translucent fish nibbled on […]
Yearly Archives: 2003
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Landfall 205, Autumn 2003 ___ High School taught me that blonde is the colour of bitch. Thanks for that year of torment in 1989 Libby and Elizabeth I’ll never forget your Two sets of owl-like eyes Your pastel tongued-cruelty Your thin dissolving smiles And as for you Fleur […]
Pavement, No.51, February/March 2003 ___ Experiencing my first Yvonne Todd exhibition was like being haunted by the ghost of my own depraved adolescence. 1998’s Fleshtone revelled in the seedy sexuality and misguided glamour of Todd’s Takapuna teenage years. “I used to wear a hot pink leather miniskirt, over-the-knee suede […]
Pavement Issue 57, February/March 2003 ___ “My drawings of snakes don’t even look like snakes,” shrugs Francis Upritchard. This is not quite true. On a piece of white paper, a lumpy blue outline coils into an impressive portrait of a carpet snake – the fat frumpy kind made to lie […]
Turbine, 2003 ___ There was always something a bit wanton about My Little Ponies. Their curvy plastic bodies, the colour of vibrators and slut flavoured eye shadow, ‘midnight mauve’, ‘blow job blue’, and ‘you know you want to cherry red’. They had painted on doe eyes and glitter stuck to their cheap […]
Broadsheet 3, Agenda Poetry, 2003 ___ I came to your house brick driveway full of sand the sea a black glove that reached for the shore seagulls hungry henchmen in the cold. “No plants grow here”, said the glass house. I was put in the mauve room. black cat […]