My dog is gone , has anyone seen him out loose on the run? And I love my grandson, I need a lawyer  to take action against his mum And The flowers on East Street really are so very very lovely And The United Nations are coming , I need ammunition and water And This…

Potato, mince and pastry on a berm in a stormOne cheek bears the brunt, the other glows in the leeThe absence of cold feels tropical,The sheltered half is drunk on it’s privilegeHeat from the warmer cabinet, passed down the generations,Finally it gets to meFrom the pit of my stomach, to the depths of my heartCentral…

When the question came it found me a child , afraid but not weak When the  answer was delivered it left me a man , resolved but touched I was inscribed with that afternoon , I still am, The words spoken forever written inside my ribcage My world pitched and bent; the globe twisted to…

A life time ago and I lie in bed , your body entwined in mine , hours old, the grey glowering sky outside just highlights the warmth in here, such a precious delicate bundle , such new horizons, the promise of everything, more intimate than I could imagine , nothing since has compared, and I…

I walk along the edge of the rain , my nose is dry and my ankles are wet The dog charges forward , her jaw is set to a grin, her eyes scream Geronimo ! At my back The Southern Alps and Antarctica send their icy kisses north The redolent splotches drip from spiraling grey…

I suppose when talking about the end god has to come into it, or the gods , as I like to put it as I don’t want to give the monotheists a monopoly on the language. I come from a household where my father was atheist and my mother was , is, non-practicing . My…

When I was a teen I had a couple of English teachers who encouraged creative writing. These were woman who had grown up with The  Beatles and flower power , the sexual revolution and hippies and peace love and all that shit. On one hand they were I’m sure much more open minded and enlightened…

The stream that runs through Karori Cemetery smells of mothballsThe eau de vie of the end , perfume of a 1000 musty last moments, a spectral residue of a circle completed. The trees curl and strut amongst the cracked old graves. Spongy grass forms a mattress over my ancestors . My feet spring with every…

Crackle and hiss , boil and spit , mutton, ok lamb , hits a hot black pan Seasoned hunterway bark , flavoured apparition next to the lea and perrins Fried egg , and dripping , tales of great uncle bob, a breakfast of champs Drain that wasted bog , spuds hit the deck , mashed…