new zealand electronic poetry centre


Janet Charman

online works

he does

clinker boat
night presses on the estuary

fumble the rowlocks
the river
emptying over the bar

no life jacket    no tie    no entry

serious chill
with the ice-cream container
bucketing a slow leak
past a particular tree
where someone placed a stone axe
through swarms of leaves
to the rocks where they said a skull was smashed

a good fishing spot that

the tide’s worn out
about to swing the boat
through thick dark    two mile out
the fish run

in enchanted rock shelters
as far as Slipper island

underwater apartment blocks    the reef

horizon bright
light line

yank up

hot syrup kisses
two slim fish
caught in the river mouth
breakfast dish


© Janet Charman

Last updated 11 May 2001