Broken prayer
This is a post about writing and breaking. And how they are related.
Angels in the Architecture
Author, writing mentor, ocean swimmer. I looked up and there were angels in the architecture. There always are ('fire plus algebra,' Borges said). I'll share poems, short stories, chapters from new books and anything else that's got me enchanted.
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Asking for a friend
a poem
Sweating out the Shark
For my last birthday, my son gave me a voucher for two weeks of unlimited access at a place called RCVRI which has a range of wooden rooms for sweltering in.
When We Want our People Around Us
Twenty-five years ago, Zed and I packed our children onto a plane and moved our little family of four from Cape Town to Sydney.
The Poet Makes a Promise (and I got to fulfil it)
Books remain alive long after people leave the world.
My Grandfather Wearing Jeans and Trainers
When my grandfather wearing jeans and trainers
We Will Swim Again
You began on foot:
Three spots are left for my Queenstown Writing Retreat, January 2027
I fell in love with Queenstown, Aotearoa (New Zealand) when I visited in January, and designed a retreat for January 202.
The Swim That Surely Changes Everything
Yesterday was a perfect winter’s morning – what passes for winter in Sydney – clear blue skies and sunshine - and the bay was flat and clear, and impossibly alluring.
What I Will Never Do
I will never learn to converse in Chinese