Excerpt from 'Glaciers' by Sarah Jane Barnett

She notes down the time, opens the aquifer sample

taken from a farm west of Hastings, a saturated and fertile zone

of nested multilevel wells. She pours



it into the debubbler. The team used a direct push

drill, the cleanest way to sample intensive farming regions.

The water shines as it shunts through the tubes.



She builds a model on her computer, maps

the geology of the

Wild Daisies by Bub Bridger

If you love me
Bring me flowers
Wild daisies
Clutched in your fist
Like a torch
No orchids or roses
Or carnations
No florist's bow
Just daisies
Steal them
Risk your life for them
Up the sharp hills
In the teeth of the wind
If you love me
Bring me daisies
That I will cram
In a bright vase
And marvel at

by Bub Bridger (Ngati Kahungunu), "Up Here on the Hill", Mallinson Rendel, Wellington, 1989

Yawn by Sarah Rice

Funny how a yawn travels through a room

a pied piper gathering all the rats

In that instant we all draw from the
same source
a great swallowed gasp shoved into our lungs



like socks stuffed in a bag
and the
long outward sigh



That we try to hide it up our
sleeves
makes us culprits in common


like playing truant

with a friend



It�s mostly like this
our bodies
that bind us together

Before by Janette Pieloor

.......................� J Pieloor
.......................Published by Walleah Press

.......................Reproduced
on The Tuesday Poem with permission




.......................Editor: P. S. Cottier

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Janette Pieloor had her first collection, Ripples Under the Skin, published earlier this year by Walleah Press, who are producing attractive and compelling books. The cover,