The first time I was told I wasn’t a Christian because of something I’d written was after the […]
When I left home to get married at the age of 20 turning 21, my Dad sat in […]
The cuttings of Scruff’s extraordinary life are stuffed into a fat, brown leather wallet, along with his personal […]
Red nails: a poem
I saw a woman removing
her nail polish
by Doctor’s orders
three days out from the knife.
And as the last of it
was wiped away, I saw
her eyes, all red and glistening.
Funny how a simple swipe
can remove so much.
I made a pact with Dr Jared Noel, who died four years ago today. He would give me […]
The other day I posted some of Jared Noel’s reflections on the meaningless of suffering, and how the […]
I met the extraordinary Jared Noel on August 26, 2014, at the West Auckland hospice where he was […]