RISE: a collection of poems

My collection of poems about motherhood, family, old friends, spiritual journeys and the sea entitled, ‘RISE’, is available to download for free on Smashwords. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/988694 I’ve had all my poems sitting together in a folder for a while now. I’d published them in drips and drabs on my blog, but I’d been planning to do

Future Imperfect

A sci-fi poem reflecting on the end of the world. future_imperfect_by_tabatha_wood.mp3 Where were you when the red rains came? When the first flames rippled through the forests with their hot, bright fingers of pain. Did you turn to watch or try to flee? So many were struck by terror and shock. For some, blind denial,

Journey Tree

I had been plagued for weeks by a recurrent dream involving a tree, but of what species I could not tell. Its branches were long and its leaves were wide, and its trunk was smothered in patches of green moss and layers of loose bark. As I got closer to it, it reached out to

Things I Didn’t Do…

This weekend ended up being the One Where I Didn’t Do Things. I didn’t go to a social meet-up I had been planning to go to due to feeling unwell. I didn’t send off a story before a submission deadline because I realised it needed a lot more work to properly shine. I didn’t work

Don’t Self-Reject!

Have you ever felt super excited about doing a Thing, only to suddenly find yourself crippled by unexpected anxiety, uncertainty and a strong urge to run away and hide? I don’t just mean a physical Thing, but also a creative or artistic one. Self-rejection is the nasty little brother of the Imposter Syndrome Gremlin, and

An Ocean of Stars

For Diana. Because you liked my stories so much, I thought you should have one of your own. She drives to the beach every morning, come rain or wind or shine. She takes the Book with her, wrapped carefully in a translucent sheath, to ensure no part of it can be damaged. It is special

Long Distance

Flash fiction challenge: 500 word romance using the word “spring.” I’ve done it again. Just like I always do. My mouth was in gear but my brain was in neutral, saying words I didn’t really mean. It’s hard for me; I’m not like you, I’m much more emotional. You twist me around like a coiled

NZBC Lecture — Lani Wendt Young

(Header image taken from NZBC poster.) This Wednesday just past, I was extremely privileged to see Lani Wendt Young deliver her lecture for the New Zealand Book Council in Wellington. Stories from the Wild: Reading and Writing in the Digital Age discussed the importance of representation in literature, called out the underlying racism and unnecessary