Whilst teaching summer school, I stay at a camping ground in Rotorua, at the heart of the geothermal area.
in the scrub
beside the mud lake
a broken gate
beside the mud lake
a broken gate
I move onto the Auckland Folk Festival. Skies are clear and the sun beats down most of the weekend. No mains power is provided on site this year and the kitchen is closed, so I make black coffee with a Trangia when taking a break from the music.
the gold filling
in the middle of
the blues singer’s song
in the middle of
the blues singer’s song
The organisors have an active recycling policy, but, because contractors won’t handle such small amounts of waste, they ask festival-goers to take any recycling home with them.
leaves
pressed into my skin
after reading so long
pressed into my skin
after reading so long
by Owen Bullock
New Plymouth, New Zealand
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