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An invitation from Landing Press for poetry by migrants and those with refugee backgrounds

If you know someone that might be interested – please share. I know there are some creative writing groups that might take this up but don’t know how to contact them – Paula


Hi there,

I am writing to you on behalf of Landing Press based in Wellington.

We are working on a collection of poems by migrants and refugee-background individuals living in New Zealand and want to invite you/your organisation to send us poems. And please help us spread the word about this great opportunity.

The only requirement is that the poems must be written by migrants or refugees, whether they have lived in New Zealand for a month or fifty years.


·         You can send up to 3 poems.

·         Email them to landingpresspoems@gmail.com. Include your name and phone number.

·         Or you can post them to 97 Tireti Road, Porirua 5022. Include your name and postal address. (Keep a copy of your poem).

·         Send us your poems by Monday, 16th July.


A selection of poems will be published later in the year as a companion to a book of poetry on the themes of migrants and refugees, written by Adrienne Jansen and Carina Gallegos. Both books will be published by Landing Press. All writers whose work is included in the selection will receive a copy of the book.

Landing Press is a very small press, but we have a big vision. We believe that poetry is a powerful way in which our many voices can be heard. 

Feel free to get in touch if you have any questions.


Kind regards

Devinda Senanayake


For Landing Press

Trish Harris’s My Wide White Bed is an astonishing uplift



The Wide White Bed Trish Harris  Landing Press 2017


Trish Harris spent eight weeks in the Orthopaedic Ward at Hutt Hospital as people – visitors and patients – came and went about her. Someone brought her a journal and that became both her private room and the subsequent resource for My Wide White Bed.

The poetry is airy, with acute observations, luminous things, and an awareness of community experience rather than a single perspective. It is immensely readable; I gobbled it in a flash, loving the sweetly crafted lines, the wit and the reflection.

The sequence comprises untitled poems that begin with the idea of a ship:


The hospital sails

like a tall ship

down the crease of the valley.

I am stabilised


laid out on a wide white bed

head facing east.


The book struck such a cord with me because it took me right back into the thick of hospital stays where intimacy thresholds dissolve, discomfort displaces comfort and walls and windows are unsteady.

This is not a bitter grim read but an essential read in the light of the current state of hospital care. The politics are subtle and various:


They arrive

as elderly women with

broken bones

strained muscles.

Back home

they are the strong ones

caring for senile husbands

sick sisters

dying mothers.

They come to this place

of illness

for a rest.


Trish pulls us into the lives of others as much as she exposes her own story, and that is what elevates the reading experience. Names are changed but the dialogue, the situations and the revelations sound out as vital human truths. This is poetry of connection, of empathetic relations in tough circumstances. Single lines glow:


Merle is doing crosswords.

That’s why she buys the newspaper.

At home her husband grows daisies and dementia.


The book should be in the drawers beside every hospital bed, and in the gift shop, because the book, like the boat with the wind in its sails, is an astonishing uplift. Plus I recommend placing a journal and pen in bedside drawers, so patients can open up their own privates rooms to write or doodle windows and doors and secret sails.


Then again pick up this book for a wet Sunday and savour the rewards. I love it.



All night long I ease

the white blanket over shoulder

across belly and over hip

dreaming of transformation.


In the morning the nurse says

You look like a cocoon.


I smile. The covers bulge

with antennae buds and

the scratching of wings.


©Trish Harris The Wide White Bed

Trish Harris has a BA of Applied Arts (Creative Writing) from Whitireia New Zealand. She has worked with words – editing, writing, creating and tutoring – for over thirty years. In 2016, Escalator Press publisher her memoir, The Walking Stick Tree. Her poetry has appeared in various journals.





Trish Harris’s My Wide White Bed to be launched on Saturday

Next Saturday, Landing Press will be launching their newest collection of poetry – My wide white bed by Trish Harris.

My wide white bed, Trish’s first collection of poetry, is inspired by her long stay in an orthopaedic ward. Navigating daily hospital life and the path to recovery, the poems capture a unique view of hospital life from a patient’s point of view and demonstrates, as Glenn Colquhoun puts it in his endorsement of the book, ‘how crucial imagination is to being well’.

At a time when health care is a much talked-about issue, this book contributes to the conversation in an insightful way with measure and hopefulness.

The launch will be held at Pātaka Art + Museum in Porirua, Wellington from 2.30pm.


Here is a clip of Trish reading a poem from the book.

My wide white bed - Launch invite small.jpg