‘It seems like someone else’s dream of my past.’ For Emma Neale, the painting ‘Wanderlust’ by Dunedin artist Sharon Singer stirs memories of her childhood, and new understandings of guilt and forgiveness. There were gifts from my father when he came home from overseas trips. Love offerings; a bit like those a cat might bring … Read more
A new poem by Dunedin poet Emma Neale. Mourning headlines Taupo bicycle crash victim died doing what he loved—living Otepoti climbing fall victim died doing what she loved—living British kayak tourist drowning victims died doing what they loved—living African neurologist hiking holiday-maker died doing what she loved—living Syrian child playing chase in the street … Read more
New verse by Dunedin writer Emma Neale. Mère-mare Last night in my sleep my baby’s father came to take him away from me. I had borne a boy I was forbidden to hold though his mouth was sere and sore and golden colostrum welled in me like the cells’ own cry for … Read more
New big bad wolf verse by Dunedin writer Emma Neale. The Belt How could they ever love anyone else after what he had done? Listened to that woman whose voice graunched like a spoon that tries to drag the pattern off the plate when even the broth scrapings are gone. Took … Read more
New verse by Dunedin writer Emma Neale Big Bad She cried wolf but she was the wolf so she slit sad’s bellyskin and stones of want rolled out. She cried lack — and she was the lack so she stitched up sad’s bellyskin but more wolf leapt out. She cried wolf … Read more
New verse by Dunedin writer Emma Neale. Tag From the tangle of trees by the Warrender Street steps near where city council crews have been deleting the fuck-cunts and dick pics sprayed on the path, sharper than the doof-doof of the stereo from a student party in the valley’s dank trench, comes the … Read more