Writing in Whangarei


The archaeology of wind

The archaeology of wind

Is a moment in the shape of a cloud

A style of humidity

An inflexion of temperature

The invisible colour of blue

And vectors that flower from crystals

Troupes of wings

Tissues on fine ribs

Algebras of curves

The geometries of curvature

Vibrations of laminar flows


Kicking it

The fields wind themselves
The fields walk into the moon
Get with what you’ve got
What you’ve got
The maps trickle mica plates
We fall into the trapezoidal air
The bright is darker
We’re all just doing what we can eh
We’re all just doing what we can eh
Walking back down to the base of the ladder
Kicking it
Kicking it

Vaughan Gunson’s new poetry collection

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To purchase Vaughan Gunson’s poetry collection this hill, all it’s about is lifting it to a higher level (2012) go to the website of the publisher Steele Roberts. Or send a cheque for $20 (includes postage) to Vaughan Gunson, 71A George Street, Hikurangi, Whangarei (with return address).

“This is a book I’ve been keenly awaiting. We’ve printed a number of Vaughan’s poems in Poetry New Zealand and I’ve come to admire and respect what he writes. His poems merge his concerns for the human and natural worlds into a unity that reflects the human condition and its expression in internal and external experience.”
 – Alistair Paterson, ONZM

“Vaughan Gunson’s this hill, all it’s about is lifting it to a higher level is a startling collection of poetry. Buoyed by Gunson’s eye for the unusual and precise and his cadent tongue, the book mines new and familiar territory in surprising and exciting ways.”
 – Siobhan Harvey, Takahe poetry editor andNational Poetry Day organiser

To listen to the Arts on Sunday (9 Dec 2012) Radio NZ interview with Vaughan Gunson click here.

Blinded in the jungle

I am blinded in the jungle

Walking upon the photosynthetic

Dodging the ferns and low hanging branches

Hopping skip

Doing the bend down

Touch the wet soaking

Terpenes in lignin and cellulose

A braun blanquet on dipterocarps

A chi square measure of association

Take Flight 4 out now

Click on image to download PDF of Take Flight 4 featuring poems by Michelle Elvy, Piet Nieuwland, Aaron Robertson, Arthur Fairley, Jac Jenkins, Martin Porter and Vaughan Gunson.

Phrenology of Food

After the flood
A treasure trove had collected.
In the chaos
Each casket
Baptized by ocean
Not yet tainted
Or corroded.

It was believed
That by passing sensitive fingers
Over each crease
In the skin,
Or over the slight swelling
Where the container
Was about to blow,
The contents
In some predictable way
Might be identified.

So tuna and rice pudding
Became anonymous,
Cling peach halves (in syrup)
Were transformed
By the alchemy of madness
From shiny aluminium,
Corned beef
Became edible.

Mystics and mesmerism
Has been replaced by the glint
Of the knife and the opener
And magic
By the turn of the key

Nga Parua 16

trembling archipelagos of birds

gusts and eddies of tribal gull calls

the sky populated

by a deluge of caressses

between black sheets

on fields of extinct lava

the silence of shadows

and the girl of honey who swims there

living in that tree

a glow of lunar light

she spreads out

under her skirt of tui

the fristion of lips

sleeping slips of minute lace dancing

in the marsh of night

perpetual triangles entangled


by Aaron Robertson

The koru unfurls,
loosening a careful hold
and the sequence starts anew:
bumblebees clamber on stamen,
pistil; branch split by shoot
as red leaf breaks from
green, unconscious of days
fog-filled at noon.

Out past the pillars,
we must name the waves
and patterns that bind them;
helmsman to surf is
gannet-led, longship
by light when maps cannot doubt
a knowing ear to wind,
prow pulled to sun.