The first time I was told I wasn’t a Christian because of something I’d written was after the […]
Literature
I apologise beforehand for any offence. This is just rage. I gotta be honest though, I hate […]
I sat with Harry Carter on his front verandah, both of us watching the bushes, and the birds […]
A kiss, but not a kiss A moment of connection, and also contempt. Those eyes, dark and foreboding, […]
Towards the end of my very brief career as a theologian in a conservative, fundamentalist, NZ theological college, […]
I lost myself today, which happens when the day is spent with people rather than words. Some people […]
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.
In February, 2013 I had the best day of my journalistic career. I travelled with my publishing and […]
Here’s something new. A chapter from part I of my (nonfiction) novel, Children of the Wildwood, which I […]
Burning Belly 