Poetry

Grant Shimmin is a South African-born poet resident in New Zealand since 2001. He counts humanity, the natural world, and the relationship between them as poetic passions.

"...who will work in your restaurants..."

"They didn’t hire her for her acting..."

"...observe nature’s fragile menagerie..."

"...a veil without form, a cosmic void..."

"Fruit flies atop of beer..."

"...the river glimpsed through roadside trees, the Androscoggin..."

"...It has windows cracked and dirty, a vision obscured..."

"...a queen once ruled..."

"...Please tell me more about your dream, darling..."

"... final farewell of releasing what had been your own beloved Mother..."

"...It takes you to old and new places..."

"...March wind rushes through the barn breezeway..."

"...it seemed I had been on this boat for years..."

"...I shall see you even in the dark..."

"...listening through the ceiling to my upstairs neighbor..."

"...as if you’re running away from ruin..."

"...the same people with whom you laughed, hugged, ate dinners, and yes loved are still there..."

"...It depends upon the readers..."

"...In Zim, the start of Feb saw the pitiless pulling down of the poor people’s houses..."

"...poems that hide in the crinkles of your eyes..."

Visions in haiku...

"...every ship failed to sail Against Troy..."

"...death getting closer than it’s been without any invitation..."

"...drifting from windows propped open by empty beer bottles..."

"...i will always be the opposite of my father..."

"...Imagine, me, reading your words..."

"...Holding the juicy goodness in his hand made him feel better..."

"...where I lost myself, driving aimlessly..."