auckland-in-the-rain
and you know it’s all getting a bit much when auckland-in-the-rain just looks like …auckland.
doors open
doors open. and shut. and slam. and are locked. and are broken down. and open. walls just stand there, fixed and stern, like charity. and windows sometimes offer more hope than fulfilment. but doors, they open.
rust to rust
There’s something inherently beautiful about rust. It is a vivid reminder that nothing we make will last forever – not our great machines nor our many fences. It may take a million years, but in the end, green leaves and sea water take it all back. We will all die, and others will stand where [...]
long long ago
Long long ago, and far far away, there was a mountain. At the foot of the mountain (sorta near the big toe) there was a stream. It was a long and winding stream, and was very famous in certain circles. By the side of the stream, just after a very bendy bend, was a rather [...]
stitch, staple, sellotape
in both my silly little perfect world and my perfect little silly world, we would mend more and throw away less. repair more and discard less. restore more and forsake less. and so on.
and a bottle of v
i’m endlessly delighted by the potential for magic in the perfectly mundane, the inherently boring, the everyday predictable. all it seems to take is the desire to look again, and again, and again. ‘normal’-ness is such a thin veneer to the surprising inner character of things. so listen hard to the syncopated tattoo the train [...]
mit thla: complete!
these pictures started with the idea that anyone with any camera can take interesting pictures-you don’t *need the best equipment or brilliant photoshop skills. somewhere along the way came the desire to add words to the pictures. this wasn’t too difficult, as many of the poems I write seem (to me at least) quite visual [...]
where is the sea
(go here for the full poem, here to read about my favourite sunset) i’ve always loved sunsets, though it is only lately that i have a sea to go with it. sunsets (and the sea) have always been a reminder that my life means little in the larger scheme of things, that “men may come [...]
