Updated: Jul 7, 2020
You have seen so many faces hiding so much humanity, heavy, burdened, your glass sharp, clear in intent to speak truth to light, giving only reflective counsel, insight to those who would see for themselves. But your oak frame has darkened, cracked under interrogation, wearied of bearing witness to the toll light takes as time ticks by, and I ask myself what I see in you, and are you likely to see me through.
Although the blue sky lured me out riding around Lyall Bay I found the wind of black road shaded from a low-slung northern sun, grateful that a passing ute broke the law on my behalf to swerve over th
Here you lie, a dapper chap who once spoke with ease of dreams for church and community, a warm smile often breaking free to crease your handsome tanned face, a visionary eager to convert the conventi
Getting a handle on this diabetes thing is no joke mate it’s as slippery as a bloody eel, or a big pot of boiled brisket. Sure, you can take away those cakes and biscuits and crap I’d rather have a ti