I am Home

There was a day when it all felt 'normal'. I only remember that my hand independently stopped thumbing through the calendar on my lap and I looked up sharply at the brick wall, as if it had started speaking to me. Staring at nothing, eyes glazed over as I looked inside not out I watched the moment… Continue reading I am Home


Square peg in a round hole

 The Past and its model for self-destruction When I was in college, we had mock interviews with local companies to prepare us for applying for work. That was all they did to prepare us for work I might add. We were asked to create a resume to present for it, well I was young and dumb, I'd never… Continue reading Square peg in a round hole

One Thousand Books

It was another birthday of mine yesterday It got me to thinking about this time last year of course, I was in New Zealand, underneath big blue Mount Cook. Camped out at the base I soaked up the clean silence in between my pals laughs and play fights. When they took a few moments for a… Continue reading One Thousand Books

My name, my city, Peter Pan and David Bowie

I know my city deeply, I know its stink. I know the parts where the air is thick, quiet and still sorry. Like the exhausted market where a child was stolen and tortured near by, by other children until dead. The flower park that I used to walk through every school day, where a boy… Continue reading My name, my city, Peter Pan and David Bowie

For the sake of easy service and speed

Plane passengers sigh, shuffle and shake their heads as the Captain announces that we are delayed by 25 minutes and our plane is going to taxi and park up. As the other passengers grumble I remember that we are about to take this hundred tonne time machine up in the air for maybe one of the… Continue reading For the sake of easy service and speed

I broke my foot and then became homeless

I don't even know her name... The girl who is the reason I broke my foot. She was German, and very sharp thats all I remember. I was WOOFING, which is willing work on organic farms for those who this is new to, and is very popular in New Zealand. I was working at a hostel, cleaning… Continue reading I broke my foot and then became homeless

I got abducted by aliens on a Psychedelic Spaceship

It sounds like the beginning of a joke... A scouser a slam poet and an acrobat get in to a tiny white car... its no joke, but it was funny. We were driving the State Highway 1 Desert Road which is really, the only road that goes up the centre of New Zealand's North Island to the Coromandel.… Continue reading I got abducted by aliens on a Psychedelic Spaceship

I collect stories, not stuff

My life changed suddenly One normal afternoon my partner came home and left me. There was no build up, no fighting, just slow, invisible adjustments made over years that accumulated until we'd changed shape. Do you know when you see behind the scenes of a movie set? When the magic is explained to you and though not exactly lost, you see the tricks… Continue reading I collect stories, not stuff