The Redwoods of Dunedin and Dragons

By Kirstie McKinnon | Posted: Tuesday Jun 02, 2026

some time in the company of inadequacy

The eyes in the dark

are curious, waiting

while I pre-dawn scroll

all the hopeless things.

‘Hello inadequacy,’ I say.

‘Hello,’ it blinks.

I place palms on my chest

offer it a kind of welcome.

Inadequacy is

sort of pleased

I’ve noticed it.

I fall back asleep

into a dream:

a black dragon roars

on flickering wings

‘We destroy.’

I crush another draft.

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