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L-J Stockman

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About Me


Kia Ora, welcome.
If you really want to know about me then read my blogs....
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AN EVOLVING COLLECTION OF POETRY AND PROSE.
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The City Poetry Check this out...
Also Blackmail Press 22 ....And Magazine
I have been writing for many years, but never consistently, due to family needs and my annoyingly feeble health...in the old days I would have died of consumption by now, much more romantic!
After a prolific year in 2008 I am currently working on illustrating and publishing a single poem in book form.
I appreciate your feedback and comments as I am always seeking new perspectives, and writing is subjective by default.
- Would I rather my writing was uplifting or discomforting?
Both, on occasion.
- Would I rather my writing was a conduit of consciousness or grammatically perfect?
Both, on occasion.
Aotearoa New Zealand

"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses."
John F. Kennedy

"If a writer knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one ninth of it being above water."
Ernest Hemingway

My Interests

I'd like to meet:


An honest politician.
Jesus of Nazareth, Buddha, Mohammad, Krishna etc...
Other writers and creative types
Myself in a parallel Universe.
My dearly departed's whom I miss...



Apologies to Australians (sorry cobbers) but I am from New Zealand!!


My Blog

Forgiven

 There are too many possibilitiesin the moment beforeI am suspendedlateralyetthere is zen in here somewherethe autumn leavesspin haikuacross the blank lawnnostalgia blows inthe ghosts of summer -how d...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 01:15:00 GMT

I am a tree in the forest of noise

I am a tree in the forest of noise this onslaught of soundevery distance too closeyou are wires flailingfingernails into peripheral visionin my head a bus full of passengersbicker over who sits whereI...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 15:06:00 GMT

The Skin of Summer

The Skin of Summer IAfter the tipping edgeas summer heat lingersonly in corners and arestless night's humiditythe cicadas are less frivoloushardened now to mortalitythey burst and fade abruptlyin a st...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 16:30:00 GMT

The Many

 My demographic dwells unseenthe multitude a thick disguisewho will pluck these sour berries?we cannot find our way woven as we are into this tangled meshthe silver-eyes swarm like beesbeaks as sharp ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 15:28:00 GMT

The Sound of Goodbye.

  Strange how memory triggers like a cocked gunwhen you thought the safety catch was on.It stands to reason I suppose,since light travels faster than sound,that darkness does too.I am sitting on the ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 20:01:00 GMT

The Sound of Goodbye.

 Strange how memory triggers like a cocked gunwhen you thought the safety catch was on.It stands to reason I suppose,since light travels faster than sound,that darkness does too.I am sitting on the be...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 19:56:00 GMT

Fledgling

In my open handa featherless birda nestling, naked in carmine filigree beak gaping soundlesslyher throated heartflutters under my skinI cannot return herI cannot release herbelow us broken shellabove...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 14:42:00 GMT

Four Letters on a Keyboard - a Valentines Day Poem

 I am not one for valentines as suchcommercialism seems to win the dayas lovers spend to verify their loveand those who are forgotten turn away what does it mean and how do we addressthis tenderness o...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 17:13:00 GMT

A Pound of Flesh

 In the middle of Summerheat penetrates only half-waythe frost in my left sidesinging out it's emptinessthis cleft. a topography that speaks in tonguesthe language of cancerof surgical steelscience ma...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 19:09:00 GMT

Behind the Retina

Into the night of blossomswhere moths were ideas we flew luminous hopelike chinese dragonssomewhere there was a moon holding the waters of possibilitythe sea was the night skyplankton bloomed slow cl...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 13:29:00 GMT