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About Me

Slightly mad, I have a background in psychology and work in various mental health settings as well as being a poet on an almost pathological level.
I'm interested in networking and collaborations, be it with musicians, artists, publishers or other poets.

I edit and produce a small, monthly poetry publication called Side Stream. VISIT THE SIDE STREAM MYSPACE @ www.myspace.com/sidestreampoetry if you're interested in getting involved or want to submit something.

I am a performance and page poet and perform with The Literatti, a performance poetry group of which I am creative director. If you want to book me or us for a performance, or have an idea for an event or good collaboration (very interested in working with visual artists, dancers and live musicians/djs), again just message me.

I regularly post new poetry on my blog, feel free to pop by and drop a comment or just have a read. Am keen to read other people's poetry too, so feel free to invite me to subscribe to your blog, and I'll do the same.

Have fun

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My Interests

heaps of things, not limited to poetry, politics, psychology, music, films, painting, beautiful things, intriguing things, a few naughty things, but mainly fun things.

I'd like to meet:

Poets, eccentrics, artists, writers, performers

Music:

A track from the CD that comes with my last book 'Observations from the Poetry Factory'. Message me to get a copy.

Movies:

This is a clip of me performing Bullet Hole Riddle with The Literatti at the Dunedin Fringe Festival, 2008.

Television:

This poem was chalked around a fountain in a park in Auckland during a Guerrilla Poetry mission.

My Blog

Poetry Idol

Last night 10 poets, including me (the defending champion) battled it out for the title of Poetry Idol at the London Bar. Like last year the venue was packed out to capacity, with people being t...
Posted by Miriam on Sat, 17 May 2008 06:21:00 PST

After the Operation

Post-op, a woman who must unfurl like rusted koru every time she rises moves in with me. I do not know her name and she will not tell me. Though I can recall her face, her eyes are u...
Posted by Miriam on Sun, 11 May 2008 06:14:00 PST

Maintaining a Jig-Saw Fit

He is refining his method for creating fire. They settle into each other like tongue-and-groove. The floorboards move, a friction-cry &nbs...
Posted by Miriam on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 10:49:00 PST

Papatuanuku Wakens

Ranginui weeps. his fingers scribe shadow lineson softened belly. a ripened movementopens like split-peach, exposed pit licked and watered she moves through his hands like honey left ba...
Posted by Miriam on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 12:03:00 PST

Inertia

Fearful of my own responses/ of whatcontrol relinquished could mean/ of hisrefusal& I become like card board shrivelled &...
Posted by Miriam on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 12:26:00 PST

3 Phases in a Journey (Towards Self)

There was no way forward. So afraid of ...
Posted by Miriam on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 05:04:00 PST

Green

I eye Ketut with envy.His face buried, and breathing deep,everything elsefades and recedes,carried away intothe soft, damp scent & nbsp; erof ...
Posted by Miriam on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 06:14:00 PST

After Words

We drank silence togetherlike it warmed us. In silence, timedipped its oarin the water,and slowed itself with drag, and I was gladfor the science of fluid dynamics,that it could serve us so well in ou...
Posted by Miriam on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 04:17:00 PST

Niskala Satu - Unseen One

"One day I lie therefor long sleep," he says,pointing to rows of rough hewn grave stonesand unmarked mounds in the village fieldwhere his father lays,"maybe I be dead when you come back here." He sees...
Posted by Miriam on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 04:08:00 PST

In the Wake of the Ghost People

In the wake of the ghost people,Buddha is broken.He lies disembodied,eroded in river,losing features &nbs...
Posted by Miriam on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 04:02:00 PST