Eight chosen lines(or pieces of them) from a gathering of 53 submitted by festival goers on Sunday. Their names and lines as submitted follow the poem. And you said you couldn’t write poetry!
Renshi Submission
Hear the Dogs Crying
A recording of her voice, an old woman's voice full of gravel and lead steeped through the car radio. She spoke of gathering limu visitors on ships, and dusty roads…
Renshi Submission
Smile in the Wind
Many years later, he watches her sleep the white hair, hollow skin, frozen lines dwindling. He can’t remember her laugh- down at the boathouse by the Ala Wai where dances…
Renshi Submission
One Page
Pressed between Webster's gotten and grand, mama keeps your letter, one page to remind me when I'm at a loss for words. Those words always the same; I'm sorry mama,…
Renshi Submission
Breathe; a seduction
Before the locked door, the starched white sheets, the Freud-speak, there was a way in. An unguarded door- the eyes the lips grab the handle; skin raw sugar turn the…
Renshi Submission
Into the Wild
Into the Wild I know all your stories Maori dancer they are mine too. How you were born of the sky but carry fire, the waka you ride with brother…

