‘Best’ New Zealand poems? Like many former editors, I find that absolutist adjective far too Olympian for me. Let’s be more modest and say 25 poems I liked - poems with enough chew and depth to make them worth repeated tasting. Robyn Marsack, introducing Best New Zealand Poems 09, used the fine Scottish word ‘swithering’ to describe the agonies of indecision faced by the editor. If swithering were an Olympic sport, I reckon I’d qualify for the New Zealand team.  Read on >