Trevor Landers country : New Zealand bio: Trevor Landers, b.1972, is a Lecturer in Communication at The Open Polytechnic of New Zealand, having previously held teaching positions in English and History at the Universitatei de Vest in Timisoara, Romania and Victoria University of Wellington, New Zealand. He was a foundation member of the World Postgraduate Association and a prominent postgraduate activist in his native New Zealand. Trevor has been widely published, most recently this month in Never Bury Poetry, Poetic Hours, Pierian Springs, Trout, Indite Circle and Sendecki. He is also the Managing Editor of the The Zealot Press.
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Why young men grieve for those lost
Avid for tenderness and for disasters swinging between supreme audacity and frightful anguishes there is a hallowed ordinariness as unimaginable to real beings as life itself she tore herself on brambles, surrounded herself in thorns becoming a wound, never allowing herself to be enclosed by anything, or anyone, and therein lies the great love we have of the those lost unto light, these are the tortured love affairs of my generation
Under your spell
And you, whose words are so deceptively bold hostage under your spell there was no true somersault of passion, only a face hidden under the duvet nibbling your ear....and then tomorrow it was gone, just another lover we only get one night these days.
The year of grace
Sun kisses on leaves and fog embraces bridges play of children in the dusk, defrosting, frozen love gnawing on their cheeks my love raining cares on their mothers a pity for the flowers and for that melody I sing to you every night (Joe Dassin, my love, "L'ete indienne") and every twilight new perspectives of death cry out in my harassed pacing
the singularity of love
ah, the singularity of love different as every wind-blown Pohutukawa tree studding the walkway along esplanade at Rona Bay, each lover as gnarled and gorgeous as those misshapen limbs and rubescent flowers that make summer the season ripe for walking.
The Economics of Love
their love is uneconomic it will not pay the rent or keep the accountants from maladjusting currencies --usurers know nothing of the ways and value of rich loves-- yet they ebb, have a similar volatility, have an index of sorts but Romanian interest rates attract attention, discourage investment; forclosing the small mortgages of love and yes, they have flush accounts for kisses, hugs, embraces and it is there and in their imagination, economics is undone.
The same desperate falling
The same desperate falling that I have known all my life appear again. It is true. For days now I haven't found a new way of loving you, a new system for avoiding doubts. Perhaps coming home did that, the feeling of being again out of all time. Perhaps I am really as immature as you yourself think I am. A child. Not fit to stay alone, not able to make decisions, not experienced enough to live, for God's sake, a prisoner of the same desperate falling.
Study, from life
the arc of dark penis like a question mark, and me, fixed on it, questioning. As if it could spill his secrets easily as seed, tumescent, it surprises me, this is all we have to think of nowadays
Running down Oroua Street, midnight hours
crept out last night, didn't want to wake you, gorgeously in dreamworld, sorry if you were disturbed the pitch of the night was extraordinarily beautiful & beauty's murderer, ran from the crime, handing myself in a sthe Police Station on Murutai Road as the dawn of benediction rose about you. I have only good thoughts of you.
Notes on Reading the Poet
Do thou serenadeth me with sonnets of the hum of bumble bee on cucumber-coloured lawns under smiling suns and not know, that I am well-read and I have heard it, love, maybe a trillion times, mostly unsaid
Locul controlului si emergenta zvonurilor
there is a place when the evening sun is greeted by chorus of birdsong, the trams are a distant din and the patients mope around in dressing gowns trying to forget about themselves and this is the locus of control, and in the blackened rooms of the the hopital psychiatrica this, is when rumours emerge.
