The neighbour
A neighbour of ours died yesterday. She lived next door. Down the street, on another block, in the next suburb, across town. In the next city …
We’re always running away from ourselves. No-one wants to be that goofy kid they used to be. Except perhaps those who were child prodigies, or …
A few days ago we watched the legendary Mary Poppins – the Walt Disney movie. I love the scene where Mary, Bert, and the kids …
I’m walking back from a visit to my dentist, and it’s cold and raining. There’s that familiar feeling of being on a path that’s somehow …
I don’t recall a longer, warmer, dryer spell than we’re having right now. I love it. It’s the stuff of childhood memories – lying on …
Mmmm-mmm — Chilean guavas. I love fruit, and I’ve always had a particular attraction exotic fruit. As kids Mum would never buy us fireworks for …
Beloved of surfers, swimmers, wind surfers, kite surfers, dog-stick-throwers, little-kids-sand-castle-builders, sea fishers, lifesavers, Maranui coffee drinkers, Nana icecream eaters, curse the wind bless the wind …
This morning, after a strange and wonderful dream about being given gifts from a whale, my long anticipated steampunk etching press arrived. It seemed to …
Where would you go if you suddenly (or even slowly) lost your eyesight and your hearing? Light fades. What do you have left? Flecks of starlight. Flash of …
Terence and I met at high school. He was a misfit too – a huge kid in every respect – tall and overweight, just didn’t …
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