White coffee sweet hot the smile that serves it remembers my name at 7.30 I am vague and unwilling to wake and my conversation is dry We’re all just addicts Continue Reading →

My position is imprecise. Your greater momentum makes for an inaccurate measurement. To the arbitrary observer, I am obscured, distorted by magnetic proximity. In repeated attempts they try to establish Continue Reading →

Currently reading: The Penguin Book of contemporary New Zealand short stories, and Alain de Botton’s The Consolations of Philosophy.  It discusses famous philosophical thoughts in relation to modern concerns. The Continue Reading →

Low lampshades like crinoline skirts Orange walls Two men talking over a beer at the bar glancing at two men talking over wine The men talking over beer are discussing Continue Reading →

Making good progress through Are Angels OK? Turns out, the title was a question that the writer Bill Manhire asked the scientist Paul Callaghan when they were working on the Continue Reading →

I’m addicted to your desperate rhythms, I rise and fall with your breath When you stop I stop, breathless. I’m starving for your neatness, your careful fingers sewing buttons with Continue Reading →

Also, wrote a poem inspired by the epitaphs of Virginia Woolf, F Scott Fitzgerald, Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson, and some word by Byron and a dead linguist/accentologist. Continue Reading →

Today we learned about endings How to create a lingering sense of full mouth and belly, or the lasting sting of a slap, something unvanquished, unyielding How the shortest letter Continue Reading →

Alllmost finished Vincent O’Sullovan’s Let The River Stand. I still think it’s a masterpiece but it has all gone a bit odd, or maybe I’m just not educated enough to Continue Reading →

Reading Vincent O’Sullivan’s Let the River Stand and loving every word. It’s amazing the intensity he can inject into everyday scenes. He focuses right down on the smallest details; the Continue Reading →