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Photo taken by photographer, Kate Cooke, Inspire Photography, Wellington, NZ

Whāia te iti kahurangi ki te tūohu koe me he maunga teitei

Seek the treasure you value most dearly: if you bow your head, let it be to a lofty mountain

Kia Ora

I am Kay McKenzie Cooke, the daughter of the late Donald Patrick McKenzie and the late Shirley Alison McKenzie (nee Lee) and the oldest of their seven children.

Through my mother’s line, I am tangata whenua and of Scottish and English descent.

Through my father’s line, I am of Scottish and Irish descent.

Ko Takatimu te maunga. Ko Waiau te awa. Ko Takatimu te waka. Ko MoiToiToi, Ko Timu (Ngati Kahungunu) toku tipuna, Ko Kai Tahu, toku iwi, Ko Kati Mamoe, toku iwi, Ko Te Runanga o Waihopai, Oraka Aparima, Hokonui Runanga toku marae, No Otepoti ahau, Ko Donald Patrick McKenzie raua, Ko Shirley Alison McKenzie (nee Lee) oku matua Ko Kay Frances McKenzie Cooke toku ingoa

My maunga / mountain, the Takitimu range, my awa / river is the Waiau, Southland, my ancestors are Moitoitoi (Kati Mamoe, Kai tahu) and Timu (Ngati kahungunu). The maraes I affiliate to are Waihopai, Aparima and Hokonui.

I live in Dunedin with my husband Robert. Our children are now adults with families of their own. We are grandparents to eight grandchildren.

I spent my formative years in the small seaside town of Orepuki, located on the south-western coast of the South Island of New Zealand. Here I was introduced to wild weather and the craft of writing; my mother encouraging me from an early age to write a weekly poem or short story for the children’s page of the ‘Southland Times’. I was also an avid reader. I feasted on a plethora of Enid Blyton and fairy tales but ‘Anne of Green Gables’ by LM Montgomery always remained my favourite book and became something of a touchstone.

When I was ten years old, we moved inland to Otama Valley, Northern Southland, a green and lonely valley-landscape twenty miles away from the township of Gore. After four years as a pupil at the small, two-roomed, country school of Wendon, I attended Gore High School. At this age I enjoyed reading the poems of such classic poets as John Keats, Dylan Thomas, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Robert Browning, W.H. Auden, T.S. Eliot, Christina Rossetti and Eleanor Farjeon. Writers such as John Steinbeck, James Baldwin, the Brontes, Jane Austen, Mary Stewart, Victoria Holt, Madeline L’Engle, Francoise Sagan, were favourite authors at this stage.

In the early 1970’s I left my Southland home to attend Dunedin Teacher’s College in Otago. I continued to read both prose and poetry. Sam Hunt, Fleur Adcock, Hone Tuwhare, Janet Frame and Alistair Campbell were among the poets and writers who provided me with my first taste of Aotearoa / New Zealand poetry.

In the mid-seventies, I entered into a teaching career and marriage. After two years overseas, my husband Robert and I returned to New Zealand. Parenthood followed in the early eighties. Through this time, I continued to write sporadic, sparse pieces  – mostly poetry or descriptive journal-type writing. As well, I was a faithful keeper of diaries with the now old-fashioned concept of the Five Year Diary being a favourite way of recording.

Sometime during the early-nineties (at the same time as starting up a childcare centre and adding to the crazy-busy nature of my life at that time) I decided to take writing seriously, attending evening writing classes run by the well known Dunedin teacher, the late Charles Croot. As well, I completed several Otago University English Department papers. Among these was a Poetry Writing Workshop paper taken by lecturer and writer John Dolan, who encouraged me to submit my first poetry manuscript to Otago University Press.

In the 90’s and into the dawning of the 21st century, I read nothing but poetry. Among my favourite poets at that time (and most have remained my favourites) were: Fleur Adcock, Alastair Campbell, Elizabeth Nannestead, Virginia Were, Lauris Edmond, Ruth Dallas, Cilla McQueen, Bernadette Hall, Fiona Farrell, Rachel Bush, Seamus Heaney, Michael Longley, Les Murray, Judith Wright, Amy Clampitt, Denise Levertov, May Sarton, Elizabeth Bishop, Louise Gluck, Linda Pastan, Marianne Moore, May Swenson, Diane Wakoski, John Dolan, John Dickson, Paola Bilbrough, Jenny Bornholdt, Anna Jackson, Dinah Hawken, Jenny Powell, Rachel McAlpine, Joanna Preston, James Norcliffe, David Eggleton, Emma Neale, Tony Beyer, Graham Lindsay,  Hone Tuwhare, Peter Olds, James Brown, Geoff Cochrane, John O’Connor, David Karena Holmes, Richard Reeve, Nick Ascroft, Martha Morseth   …

In 2002, my first collection, ‘Feeding the Dogs’ was published by Otago University Press and won the Jessie McKay prize for the Best First Book of Poetry, awarded at the NZ Book Awards, 2003. My second collection, ‘Made for Weather’ was published by Otago University Press in 2007. (These two books are now out of print, but available in libraries throughout New Zealand). My third poetry book, ‘Born to a Red-Headed Woman’ was published by Otago University Press in May, 2014. This book is available to buy from Book Depository

I am presently editing my fourth collection of poems.

Recently I have branched out into novel-writing, finishing a manuscript for a novel I’ve called, ‘Craggan Dhu: Time Will Tell’.

With Dunedin writer Jenny Powell, I am the ‘K’ component of the J&K Rolling poetry-reading duo. We travel to rural areas with our poetry and invite people from the rural communities we visit to read their own poetry. ‘Breaking City Limits for Fine Country Lines’, is our by-line. 2019 is is our fifth year of operation. Go HERE to read about our ventures.

You can contact me on my email : kmckcooke @ gmail. com (without spaces).

I also have another blog called Time & Place which you can find at:

 Why call this site Cuttings?

One of my poems is titled, ‘Cuttings’ and it refers to the cuttings caused in the land when roads or railways are put through. Paving, finding, discovering, exploring, seeking, pushing … a way through, is one perception (among others) that I have about this journey called life.

The word ‘cuttings’ could also refer to pieces cut out from a newspaper or magazine – pieces of writing that interest one enough to cut them out. Pieces one wants to keep, to put into a scrapbook or to file away – most likely a dying pastime in these days of online journalism and information bytes. In my case, such cuttings – kept or otherwise – are most likely to turn up on my blog in the form of photos and words.

‘Cuttings’ is also the word used to describe pieces cut from plants in order to propagate. My mother was fond of taking cuttings from friends’ gardens and any garden she subsequently created, was always full of plants grown from these cuttings. Successfully too, because my mother had green fingers. I do not believe I have fully inherited my mother’s green fingers; I would perhaps concede to a light green tinge. Hopefully that tinge, or its writing equivalent if there is such a thing (inky-fingers?) helps in the cultivation of this site.

‘Kia hora te marino,

Kia whakapapa pounamu te moana,

Kia tere te Karohirohi i mua i tou huarahi’  

(Maori proverb).

Translation : (May the calm be widespread,

May the ocean glisten as greenstone,

May the shimmer of light ever dance across your pathway).

2 thoughts on “ABOUT

  1. Google came up with your name in connexion with a query about Auden. His 1933 poem “Here on the cropped grass of the narrow ridge” ends with an obvious mention of Wiflred Owen, and of a “Kathy in her journal” who wrote “To be rooted in life, that’s what I want.”
    There are some indications that Kathy is Katherine Mansfield, though none of three standard works consulted says anything at all. I am trying to find who Auden’s Kathy was.
    If you can help, please Email me. Thanks.


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