I‘ve written about where I grew up several times in the past few years. I’ve described the rural Far North of New Zealand in terms of my family home (Journey north), in terms of the region I identify as home (Where I’m from) and in terms… Read More
Whenever I’m home I am fundamentally different from the way I am in my other home in Brisbane. I feel it as soon as I get off the plane and walk through the tomokanga (carved gateway) at the international terminal. Dammit, that thing makes me cry… Read More
Fridge poetry. Why, oh why, didn’t I think to ferret out my poetry magnets when we were at our storage unit in December? Funny how something so frivolous while packing, turns out to be essential after all. Today I bought a copy of Annabel Langbine’s… Read More
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