“Ultimately though, Poetry is no more than U N I in conVERSEsensation” – Celia A Sorhaindo

“She is a black statue in a whitewashed wooden chair, a dilapidated board house, sitting still till dusk spreads her silk petticoat across the sagging sky and bats swarm into the evening’s canvas.”

Gissa smile Sun, giss yr best / good mawnin' one, fresh 'n cool like - 'Sun O (2)', Hone Tuwhare

Be precise, said wise Wei T'ai, / about the thing / but reticent / about the feeling. - from 'Poems and Things'

Nothing can be useless to a poet: / that came last night in a dream. / Is it mine or am I quoting? / / Every wise man has his problems, / every idiot his theme (Vivian Smith)