Cindy Ana 🇳🇿 (@kakapowhakatoi.bsky.social)

@kakapowhakatoi.bsky.social Oct 4, 2026, 7:01 PM

It is an honour to have this poem in Stone Circle Review. With much thanks to @leepottspoet.bsky.social

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@leepottspoet.bsky.social Oct 2, 2026, 11:20 PMReposted by @kakapowhakatoi.bsky.social

Please celebrate with me my friends! 🎉 My third chapbook, Sky In Some Mosaic, is now available for preorder from the wonderful Pinhole Poetry Press (@pinholepoetry.bsky.social). Each copy will be made by hand and beautiful. Link in bio. More information to follow.

@talahreed.bsky.social Oct 1, 2026, 10:08 PMReposted by @kakapowhakatoi.bsky.social

A small study in distance, denial and cut flowers.

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STILL FLOWERS

The flowers lasted eighteen days.
I know because I counted.

By six, the water had gone cloudy.
By nine, the first stem bent.
By thirteen, they had started
leaning on each other
for structural reasons.

I changed the water anyway.

From the kitchen door
they still looked like flowers.

I tried the hallway.

Still flowers.

The sofa:
flowers.

Three feet away:

less convincing.

Up close
they had become
a collection of failures,
minor and major.

Apparently beauty
has a minimum viewing distance.

Nobody tells you this.

Museums know it.

Pointillists knew it.

By eighteen
I knew it too.

@kakapowhakatoi.bsky.social Sep 25, 2026, 7:28 PM

The enormity of it all released swiftly, this takes much strength and resilience 💪

@kakapowhakatoi.bsky.social Sep 25, 2026, 7:25 PM

This one was a written a long time ago but fits the theme @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

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Yours Always

I fold the smooth 68gsm sheets in half.

Ellen yells from the lounge Mum, the internet isn't working' then without hesitation 'Never mind.'

The heavy stock envelope matches the cream paper.

I slip my inkings into their snug enclosure.

Tim emerges from the depths of his bedroom to tell me,
"The last male white rhino has died, fucking humans.'

I write your address with the flourish of cherished strokes, stick down the flap, place the stamp in its rightful place.

My phone lights up with notifications; a Facebook memory of our Anniversary pics, the fridge suggesting a recipe using the broccoli that is tiring, seven new emails.

I place the envelope in my bag.
The car radio talks of how robotic telesurgery via high-speed internet is changing healthcare,
followed by the importance of drones in modern warfare.

I sit in my usual place, next to your gilded name.

I take the envelope from my bag, and release my thoughts from their ink;
so they can stretch for that place we will never reach.

@kakapowhakatoi.bsky.social Sep 25, 2026, 7:11 PM

‘Dopamine miser sucking my money sac’! Always love your work