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- Peter Olds – Out of the Jaws of Wesley
- Roger Hickin –Roderick Finlayson A Man from Another World
- Michael Harlow – Renoir's Bicycle
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- Doc Drumheller – Drinking with Li Bai
- John Gibb – Surprised by Hope
- Peter Olds – Sheep Truck
- John Weir – Sparks among the Stubble
- Alexander Blok – The Twelve
- Jenny Powell – Meeting Rita
- Owen Leeming – Latitudes
- Peter Hooper – Rejoice Instead
- Doc Drumheller– Election Day of the Dead
- John Allison – Near Distance
- A Roderick Finlayson Reader
- Joaquin Pasos – A Poem Goes About on Foot
- Ruth France – No Traveller Returns
- Robert Mclean – Enduring Love
- Tony Beyer – Friday Prayers
- Dunstan Ward – At This Distance
- Friedrich Voit – Karl Wolfskehl A Poet in Exile
- R A K Mason – Uncollected Poems
- John Allison – A Place To Return To
- Dan Davin – From Cairo to Cassino
- Victoria Broome – How We Talk to Each Other
- Ruth Hanover – Other
- Peter Olds – Under the Fuchsia Tree
- Dai Weina – Loving you at the speed of a snail
- Leonard Lambert – Winter Waves
- Heather Bauchop – Remembering a Place I've Never Been
- Robert McLean – Figure & Ground
- Owen Leeming – Through your eyes
- Pat White – Watching for the wingbeat
- Michael Morrissey – Poems from Hotel Middlemore
- Dan Davin – A Field Officer's Notebook
- Rogelio Guedea – Punctuation
- Erik Kennedy – Twenty-Six Factitions
- Jenny Powell – South D Poet Lorikeet
- Karl Wolfskehl – Poetry and Exile
- Tony Beyer – Anchor Stone
- Katharina Muller – The Homeland
- Ted Jenner – The arrow that missed
- Peter Olds – Taking my jacket for a walk
- John Gibb – Waking by a river of light
- Carlos Martinez Rivas – Threnody for Joaquin Pasos
- Blanca Castellon – Water for days of thirst
- Karl Wolfskehl – Three Worlds Drei Welten
- Michael Jackson – Walking to Pencarrow
- Diana Bridge – In the supplementary garden
- Agnar Artúvertin – The Lonesome Savior
- Sophia de Mello – The Perfect Hour
- Poems by Esenin
- Nikolai Baitov – Thirty-nine rooms
- Jenny Powell –Trouble
- Peter Olds – You fit the description
- Rogelio Guedea – If only you hadn't gone
- Ernesto Cardenal – 3 Poems
- John Gallas – Pacifictions
- David Howard – The Speak House
- Frank Koenegracht – Selected Poems
- John Gibb – The thin boy and other poems
- Michael Harlow – Sweeping the courtyard
- Blanca Castellon – Cactus body
- Elizabeth Smither – Ruby Duby Du
- Karl Wolfskehl – To the Germans
- Juan Cameron – So we lost paradise
- David Howard – The incomplete poems
- Jenny Powell – Ticket Home
- Robert McLean – A Graveyard by the Sea
- Sergio Badilla Castillo – Ghosts and shadows
- Sergio Badilla Castillo – The Medusa's head
- Claudia Serea – The System
- Genrikh Sapgir – Psalms
- Floarea Tutuianu – My Dog–the Soul
- Michael Morrissey – Memory Gene Pool
- Peter Olds – Journey to the Far South
- Aleksey Porvin – Live by Fire
- J. Kates – The Old Testament
- Juan Cameron – Invocations to Pincoya in the Country of Rain
- Wayne Seyb – Broken Shadows
- John Gallas – Fucking Poets
- Tatiana Shcherbina – An Offshoot of Sense
- Mikhail Aizenberg – Level with Us
- Gary Langford – Cafe Sonnets
- Stephen Oliver – Apocrypha
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Cold Hub Press ~ John Gibb
Early one morning, a writer begins to grow feathers and wings,
and may eventually be able to zoom off to work without taking the executive jet. A traveller visiting Porto, in northern Portugal, notices an angel in mid-air, high above. A newcomer to Berlin sits in an airport cafe and reflects on predictions about the future made nearly 50 years ago. After a trip to Docklands, Melbourne, a visitor is haunted by the dockside jellyfish ‘Opening and closing themselves like sinister/ white umbrellas’. And when a man wakes on a beach, memories are revived and he is summoned back to childhood, and to ‘something loved,/ something full of the promise of salty air, as if/ he were a lost and circling seagull, or
a lump/ of flying paper whirled up in a glassy tide of wind’.
On John Gibb’s previous collection Waking by a River of Light:
‘. . . incredibly accessible, combining Romantic conventions of emotionalism, subjectivity and reverence for nature’s constant
presence with the sense of something keenly personal and at times distinctly New Zealand.’ ––Peri Miller, Poetry New Zealand Yearbook 2018
‘ . . . a poet who reaches out for both the salve of humour and for whatever shimmer of light there is to be discovered in life’s rough
and shady patches.’ ––Kay McKenzie Cooke, Landfall Review Online
On Surprised by Hope:
‘I’d like to put myself up for the “Gauche World Championships”
and celebrate the lyricism of “Green”, the “cathedral of air”, the beautifully rendered haunting of Earls Court and, of course, “an estranged rainbow”, among so many others. Powerful, resonant language, memorable too.’ ––Tony Beyer
Surprised by Hope is the third book of poetry by Dunedin writer
John Gibb, an English honours graduate of Otago University and former crime reporter at the Whanganui Chronicle, who recently retired after more than thirty years as a science and university
reporter at the Otago Daily Times.
SURPRISED BY HOPE
Summer was endless, but he was edging into old age,
and had greyed a little. He’d also begun to notice
a few small changes; more forgetful at this stage
of life. At times he realised he’d lost focus,
and lost track of time more than before.
His daily jogging seemed just as laborious
and unathletic as ever, but still he slipped outdoors,
vanishing into the early light, beyond the house.
Under endless green trees he ran. His shoes
disappeared into grass or tapped on roads.
Summer was limitless, couldn’t be refused.
Each day a warm mystery. Early sun glowed.
He kept running up the future’s sharply rising slope.
At first he ran in darkness, but was surprised by hope.
© John Gibb 2022
Publication date: 07 June, 2022
SURPRISED BY HOPE
John Gibb
ISBN: 978-0-473-62735-5
Softcover, 80 pp, 210 x 148mm
