I’ve got a new book out this week called Buddy’s brother. Two years ago It’s your dad came out and I’m happy to say has sold out, so we’ve had to reprint. Here are two of the shorter pieces from it. The first one is called Scene at a boatshed, which when I came to think of it, was a lousy title. I’m going to change it to S’up.




S’up, he says, lifting his head, his cap on backwards,

turns to his mates,

youse coming fucken swimming or what?

Turns to my daughter, sorry Miss, he says.


He looks at the sea, then back at his friends

nah you lot too fucken chicken.

He takes a big slug from a can marked Maverick

slips off his tee-shirt to expose his skinny shoulders

steps out of his low slung jeans


If you fuckers won’t swim –

oops, sorry Miss, there I go again –

I’m going anyway


And in he goes

in his shiny boxers,

with his black socks still on.


It’s your dad


It’s your Dad, Paul says

nodding towards the top-hatted undertaker

walking       oh           so           slowly

in front of the hearse.

Cant be, I say.

He’s dead.


ps – I’m still taking prepublication orders for both books.

Pete Carter is all over the place. He writes and takes photographs and runs an art rental business. He lives in Eastbourne in New Zealand with a wife (an artist) and a dog, they have two grown up children, one lives in Wellington and the other in Sydney. Two books of poetry and prose are out and he has written a children's book by mistake that was published in February 2017. This book was illustrated by his nephew James. There is also a novel that rightly has not yet seen the light of day. He has had magazine articles published and poetry in anthologies. As a photographer he has had two solo exhibitions and work included in group exhibitions in NZ and overseas and has sold his work to corporate clients.

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