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  • Oh Mr. Fraser won’t you take us home

    I had a won­der­ful lunch with my friend Chris Bourke a week or two back, sit­ting in his grand liv­ing room up in the hills above Welling­ton. The day was blue and…

  • As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent / You asked for the latest party

    I’m writ­ing a lot at the moment. I’m writ­ing stuff that prob­a­bly won’t appear for a long time. Hell it might not even appear at all. But I’m writ­ing, and get­ting things…

  • I knew a man / He told me of a land….

    It’s been a project I’ve spent more than few leisure hours engrossed in and on. I’m not sure that it will change the world but I’m well aware of the woe­ful state…