Updated: Nov 10, 2022
With both parents lost,
remembered, buried, nothing
stands between being here
and the edge of not being;
the incline to the unfenced cliff,
the pull of the current
to the cataract.
There were warning signs
of course, but in this time-kept world
there is no pause, no rewind,
and where we once saw
the parent interposed
now there is a clear-felled
view into the void.
Although the blue sky lured me out riding around Lyall Bay I found the long black road shaded from a low-slung northern sun, grateful that a passing ute broke the law on my behalf to swerve over the d
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
After the coronation, with its glut of purloined gold and gems and bizarre re-enactment of relics from the glory days of Empire I walk the steep wet paths of Central Park through punga and kawakawa, p