Sgt. Dan the Creamota Man
And then I thought, “Well fuck this”… Continue reading Sgt. Dan the Creamota Man
And then I thought, “Well fuck this”… Continue reading Sgt. Dan the Creamota Man
Wandering among the graves, I am struck by the thought that it was from quiet country parishes like this that many of New Zealand’s early settlers came from and that maybe, just maybe, one of my own ancestors may have once walked in this very place. Continue reading Fifty Shades of Green
Hong Kong has a secret alter ego. Beyond Stanley – a trendy seaside suburb on a peninsula suspended from the … Continue reading A WALK ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS
Out here nothing changes, not in a hurry anyway. You feel the endlessness, running on the light of day… … Continue reading Wide Awake in Dreamland
With cold steel bayonets gleaming, in sodden seas of blood. They raced towards the stronghold, all in a crimson flood,Such … Continue reading The Light Horse
My great-grandfather, Charles Robert Blakiston, came to New Zealand in 1860, having first tried his luck in the Australian goldfields. … Continue reading The House of Blakiston
Maps are fascinating. Their intricate detail and their arcane symbols always seem to whisper “come and find out.” Continue reading Maps
“I dig my toes into the sand; The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds, strewn across a blue blanket…” – … Continue reading The City of Light
Here endless trickles count what comes to be and grain by grain the runnels decimate Eternity. … Continue reading Time in the Flinders Ranges
“The earthquake struck at two minutes and fifty-six seconds past midnight. Deep underground, the ancient rocks of Zealandia ruptured. With … Continue reading Prologue