Louise Wallace



just before

the corner down

the stairs

is a woman


on the dirty

floor her fore-

head kissing

the crimson


and the world


is going


outside a bus

drives past

a man wanting

it to stop

his two

arms cross

one another

signalling deep



Bad things

No one can imagine

how bad things must be.

They sprout

     in the dark, damp folds of my mind.


They grow there —

     a forest of tiny umbrellas.

They flourish —

     a crown of terrible heads.



Louise Wallace is a New Zealand poet, the author of two collections of poetry published through Victoria University Press. Louise was writer-in-residence for 2015 at the University of Otago, Dunedin. Her work has previously appeared in Meanjin, Landfall, Snorkel and Sport as well as anthologies The Best of Best New Zealand Poems and Essential New Zealand Poems: Facing the Empty Page.