an Aotearoa poetry journal | ISSN 2744-3248

Poems by Mary Cresswell

Ordered by most recent inclusion in Tarot


My ideas scull the thermalsthey come back to settle by my feet The ginger cat wafts like seed-pod fluffcruising the

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The Downsizing: Year 3

“There’s some funny winds out there,”said the boatman, scratching his neck. The first easterly (ever) roared down,laying unprepared trees on

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