Dinners

Dinners

I read somewhere that hospitals see more sad goodbyes than airports. It always seemed to make sense to me but I never really understood why. Now, given the recent year spent in and out of ICU and specialist wards, it’s suffice to say that hospitals are in of themselves; different. Continue reading Dinners

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Roads

Roads

A cluster of poems written and photos taken on the road around New Zealand Continue reading Roads

Empty Colour

Empty Colour

The streets themselves are filled with people of all ages; young families to older couples, teenagers trying their luck in the field to businessmen just trying to make it home before their kids are too tired to wait any longer. Continue reading Empty Colour

Grand Champion

Grand Champion

“I wrote it to make myself feel better about being a thirsty, unemployed insomniac whilst sitting in my bedroom in Northcote, Victoria. It didn’t make me feel that much better, however, I have, for the most part, avoided working for arseholes ever since and I see that as a great success,” Continue reading Grand Champion