I think you’d been drifting away from us, even before you ended up in this sterile hospital bed. But you seem to have caught

By day, I live this plain life of cups of coffee and café sandwic… with ham and cheese and sometimes… if I want to be a little risqué, I ask Paul or Paula (yes, that’s…

Seattle taught me that there’s val… that hovers in the air like an am… with no substance, playing harmle… on your face and in your hair. Seattle taught me that there’s imm…

On this day I would observe a min… I would celebrate and mourn in tha… the many who have died in and for… green island, for her survival, ba… at times, and in some places more…

There’s a red tinge to the sky thi… and I can smell the smoke in the a… They say the wall of fire is comin… so we’d better get down to the bea… There’ll be no harvest this year

I saw the plane land, confidently,… bearing its burden of precious hum… I saw its torpedo shape, its mothe… its excited colours on the tarmac. I saw it taxi gracefully to a stan…

It was the only swing in the park… as you swang on it, iron rasping angrily against iron. This one felt the edge, the seat vibrating slightly as you…

Barnaby sat glowering like a salt… in the parliament this afternoon. Success with schooners at lunch and an unscripted moment in which he said “Grayndler” five…

The unheard wisdom, the unseen beauty, the unfelt comfort: the three great curses of a deaf, blind, and unfeeling age.

My old mate wears a tuxedo, or so they say, and he speaks in a voice so small that’s smaller than the mice he never hunts

It looks like a poem at this distance, sure, but it looks like a poem with a bad haircut, given by someone in the midst

Mr Morrison sat this morning in h… determined to find something to mo… It was clear to him that the true… of government was to monetise thin… to give opportunity to those who “…