JSH <3 ABs
On the plywood wall, young love sears with a white hot heat. Somebody JSH has a big, hot red heart for somebody ABs. Probably someone Joan …
On the plywood wall, young love sears with a white hot heat. Somebody JSH has a big, hot red heart for somebody ABs. Probably someone Joan …
It’s hard to imagine a more quintessential New Zealand image than a tui gathering nectar from a kowhai hightlighted against a bright blue sky. It …
Do you remember those amazing days when you were first in love? When it seemed like the top of your head was going to just …
Weekends are often about trying to cross a few chores off the list. Cram in a movie. Catch up with whanau. Cook. Clean. Fix. Make. …
I’ve yet to read any writing anywhere that has captured the seemingly relentless horrors from the earthquakes shattering our carefully constructed realities. My own writing …
When the settlers came to New Zealand in the 1800s they brought possessions, hopes, and dreams. These apples are growing by the Sexton’s Cottage – …
Look at you. Pathetic. Start ups always fail. You and your ridiculous dreams. You’re never going to amount to anything. Buck your ideas up. You’ve …
I love printing. I always have. As a kid I cut stamps out of potatoes. Lino prints, screen prints, type, printing, paper, books, ink, ink, …
As one year comes to an end and another begins I go through a process of looking back in the hope that it will help …
End of the day, end of the week, it’s pizza time. We come home from work, and in our kitchen laboratory we create food together. …
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