I dream heavily, and often, but never have I dreamt of birch trees.
It was something essential, I know that. I was drained of something…not quite memory, not quite life force. Something…
It was 1979. I was twelve years old, when my brother and his best friend showed me a box which couldn’t have drawn me in more if it had contained a Genie of old.
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing…
I was talking to my brother Wes the other day, while we discussed our own personal creative projects. For me, it was…
On a windy day, standing at the top of a hill in Wellington, you can see all across the harbour, all across the expanse of the city. As is so often the case in Wellington, you can find yourself alone as you look out at such a wonderfully haunting panorama. You, alone, with…
Dragons, like gods, are carved of earth and stone. The winds sweep away the obscuring detritus, making clear those alluvium…
