There are no maps to ease the passage of the godless. Already he is where none can follow. He has climbed into this space, this cavern in near-night, in the far-distance, driven. Cries that crash in forests of memory. Hunter and hunted, and which is he? Obscured in semi-darkness, crouched head bent to bony knees, …
Arrival
I've always wondered what this would feel like. I went out to collect the mail, and found a small package in the mailbox – my book, back from the printers! My real, actual, physical, touchable, super-shiny BOOK! (Colour balance in the photo is a bit off – glossy cover and all that. But still!) I …
Book launches
Lovely news from a friend, Diana Deans – her first book, It matters that we were young together, is being launched in Christchurch on the 27th of this month. She really is a good poet – she's got a delicious sense of humour, and a very good ear (not as common as it should be …
