New Zealand playwrights: ruminating on

New Zealand playwrights are a funny old bunch. There are too few of us, and we are too individualistic to achieve much in the way of professional solidarity. Playwright’s conference used to take place every two years in New Zealand – I attended two and had a play workshopped in…

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Home is the strangest destination Familiar sights can pull you suddenly Down dark winding stairs The silence after exhalation Calls you to a place once seen In forgotten dreams. The novelty Of shrieking plumage, giant insect species Cannot catch you unawares Quite as when a song thrush funnelling the night…

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