A new poem by Ockham finalist Steven Toussaint. from The Reproaches Confusion isn’t mystery. Oblivion and mastery, but never At the same time. Abide in me. Fustian bargain to render silence clever. Ignatian composition Spoiled by an app’s trill, my fontanelle Closed and with it one grace-receptive station. So I rode my bike … Read more
Poet Steven Toussaint on the explosive, triumphant wizardry that is happening here and now. This much is obvious: something electrifying is taking place in New Zealand poetry. I became a permanent resident of this country four years ago, and at that time I privately considered verse here to have grown a little stale. While stand-out … Read more
New poetry by Auckland writer Steven Toussaint. Yes or No Are you happy with your service provider? Have you contemplated private piety’s competitive prices? Are you in the market for something like but not precisely eternal return? Have you been waiting long in our baffled room? … Read more
abide more tritone idle mode because of sin the artisan cannot exact immaculate the transept rose in damask steel cannot restore with faithfulness the hawthorn’s point to Amor’s nose it vanishes like God inside … Read more