27 Live from the centre, not the circumference I circle the essential. The essential is who I am; yet infinitely greater than little me. It lives me. It dreams me. I know it most fully when I drop beneath the…
‘Because God needs the whim of a 14 year old girl’ Mary had a little wolf, little wolf, little wolf Mary had a little wolf its fur was white as snow And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went…
26 It's not about trying to do anything, it's about keeping me in the game In the dream I’m playing tennis. My opponent is a huge tennis racket! I watch as it floats about down the other end of the…
Roadside Chats (21) I’m lifting a carton of books when it happens. The dream world suddenly close. Dream images leap in and out of focus… they’re too fast for identification. Something’s happening to my brain. I retreat to the camper…
For love is the poem That speaks at the end A hand in the dark The touch of a friend . Written after a time in hospital
(1) The speed of life E N C I R C L E S Itself The phrase ‘the speed of life’ came to me while I walked along Barrington St in Christchurch. It felt like I was walking at…
I have read their book of evil Where The N I G H T H A S No End
Crossing Doom Creek Boots clear B E N E A T H R E L E N T L E S S Torrent . Written after wading Doom Creek On the Wakamarina Track
Roadside Chats (20) Kia ora: belated New Year's greetings. – I notice the first yellow tinges on the willow tree. Autumn begins her song. Even with its new insect-proof screens, Deep Song holds the heat during the long summer nights.…