Archive for March, 2009

Mar
18

Easter Caitlin on Rakino Island

The Caitlin Smith Group will be playing on Rakino Island on Easter Saturday April 11th Easter 2009 Join us for one of the Gulf’s best-kept secrets! The island hideaway of Rakino in the Hauraki Gulf hosts its annual event, Easter Saturday Jazz & Art Picnic 2009, with a superb line up of jazz performers.… Read the rest
Mar
05

Poetry suite updated

Check the poems page, 40 pieces of poetry written over the last three years have published. One has become a song and has already been recorded.… Read the rest

I can see clearly now, Lorraine has gone

Catch an Ox by the tail Pass the parcel Make it scream Pin it to the wall Seems everything he did– gave me the finger: Ordering the bloodiest meat on the menu Blowing smoke in my face Taking me to a wine bar when I am not drinking Asking me questions when I cannot speak Getting hammered and falling asleep Infront of TV, hand down the front of his pants – for comfort Took credit for acts of God and disclaimed those I had composed The good news is: we are not all hedonists Some of us act without self-interest We try to see through the glass half-full of awareness To climb the mountains at the bottom of the sea And look into our own deceit Giggling Guiltless and completely free… Read the rest

Two Wings of the one bird

navigating our seemingly separate ways one towards Southern Cross and one towards the Northern lights we both magnetically move in the same direction propelled forwards Two wings of the same bird We travel as one… Read the rest

Still living

Today The sun rose And the motorway is already caffeinated with traffic but you are not here My body still functions well It longs for you in waves – prickles hot at night There are thousands of reasons to celebrate the miraculous synchronized unfolding of tiny things But you are not here I hit the vein of revelation multiple times in a day now and the seasons circulate dervishly fast without pause Stories pour out of me like a weeping child for something lost But why now collect them in jars like fireflies?… Read the rest