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Stars Rocks Clouds
Even Cancer’s sign is an illusion an apparent constellation whose bright stars once passed in their slow celestial waltz jabbing needles...

Greg Judkins
Dec 14, 2023
The poem leads
The door swung hard shut and with the day a blank sheet I let my feet take me just where, which was up at first to climb above the cold...

Greg Judkins
Oct 24, 2023


Young people sitting
Streaked with a green patina of tears accrued over years of open scrutiny they sit not on a pedestal in a celebrated square but on low...

Greg Judkins
Oct 24, 2023


Pursuing the Via Claudia Augusta to Italy
From Augsburg we ride in convoy south guided by maps and cryptic words with logos and arrows discovered on posts, pedalling down gravelly...

Greg Judkins
Oct 24, 2023
Blue sky black rocks
Although the blue sky lured me out riding around Lyall Bay I found the winding black road shaded from a low-slung northern sun, grateful...

Greg Judkins
May 24, 2023
Farewelling Ivan
Here you lie, a dapper chap who once spoke with ease of dreams for church and community, a warm smile often breaking free to crease your...

Greg Judkins
May 24, 2023
Having the diabetes
Getting a handle on this diabetes thing is no joke mate it’s as slippery as a bloody eel, or a big pot of boiled brisket. Sure, you can...

Greg Judkins
Dec 14, 2022
Farewell to an old patient
Oh, Ian, so suddenly you’re gone. These cold purple lips delivered denial through our twenty-five years together kissed the smokes sank...

Greg Judkins
Nov 4, 2022
An alarm is ringing
A waiting room crowded some standing some pacing muttering one huge man asleep on the floor all chronic cases except a baby crying it is...

Greg Judkins
Nov 4, 2022
The patient need
The patient need waits with bare feet and shod soul for the space between

Greg Judkins
Aug 11, 2022
When it hurts
for Jack Leo Amelia Eva Molly and Charlie Climb a tree see your pain from a distance. Lie on the ground watch the weather morph in slow...

Greg Judkins
Aug 11, 2022
Villanelle for Ukraine
A bear has mauled the dove – we say our prayers as clanking tank tracks crush the city streets. We give but feel no pain, the war is...

Greg Judkins
Apr 23, 2022
Peter Pan and the Sword of Damocles
A short gulf flight links the island whenua which feeds my youth to an urban burden of care. In a day, the harvest of twenty years is...

Greg Judkins
Apr 23, 2022
Into the void
With both parents lost, remembered, buried, nothing stands between being here and the edge of not being; the incline to the unfenced...

Greg Judkins
Nov 21, 2021
Communion
While I weed and potter a jovial thrush keeps up a prolonged dissertation on a conversational note, with inflexion reminiscent of a day...

Greg Judkins
Nov 21, 2021
A flying visit
Descending to the city over the bed of a ravelling ropy river flanked with bare poplars and clumps of dry grass as it cuts across a...

Greg Judkins
Nov 21, 2021
Wheel of fortune
When you go with a list of four problems but the doctor has time for just two, when you’ve scraped up his fee since last pay day and...

Greg Judkins
Aug 21, 2021
From a kayak
The yin and yang of silver and black play on the liquid inlet at dawn reflection sliding over tides of thought a rippling through ears...

Greg Judkins
May 23, 2021
End of the road
I walk to the end of the road taking more time than time before when a rough bearded pōhutukawa stops me as if to share a tale. Emotions...

Greg Judkins
Oct 20, 2020
Royal Oak Roundabout
I have not seen this girl before but already I love her, poised, upright, purposeful, with long hair curling from her helmet and limbs so...

Greg Judkins
Aug 23, 2020
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