Harbour is now in stock!

Yes, that’s right beautiful people…my first book exists in real life.

I am busy planning a launch event – details will be released shortly. In the meantime, here is a small taste of the works in the book.

It was inspired during a train trip to Wellington on a glorious summer morning when the seagulls were diving bombing a school of ‘tasty morsels’.


The wind lifts me, its power moves me

I cut through the air on a three-dimensional freedom

Circling back

My eye catches a silver flash near the surface

On instinct I push myself forward into a dive


An upward thrust

I break through briny water

A tasty morsel my trophy.

I cry my victory and circle around again.

Where is the book?

That is a great question. It is on it’s way. I am waiting for the delivery any day now.

In the meantime I have been writing new material, and challenging myself to be more deliberative and conscious of form and structure. This is quite different to my usual style, which would be best described as a ‘flow of consciousness’.

So, below I offer a recent work, It is an exploration of how a minimalist approach to word count and repetition might be able to present a coherent story.

These Three Words

People say they love you, right?

Love you right, they want you.

They want you smiling and perfect,

Smiling and perfect, hiding your imperfections.

Hiding your imperfections so they cannot

So they cannot be thrown back

Be thrown back to hurt, reduce.

To hurt, reduce – is that love?

Is that love? They cannot understand,

They cannot understand who you are

Who you are in the quietness.

In the quietness, your inner thoughts

Your inner thoughts, worth much more.

Worth much more- I do know.

I do know how to escape

How to escape that gilded cage.

That gilded cage cannot contain you.

Cannot contain you, if you choose.

If you choose to walk away,

To walk away, come with me.

Come with me.

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Book Preview Event

Dear diary,

I experience two conflicting emotions rolling over me like storm surges.

First comes the blinding sense of dread- fear that I am about leap into the great unknown and will never be able to return.

Slowly I regain the ability to breathe only to be swept up by an exhilarating belief that “Yes! I am about to leap into a great unknown and there’ll be no return”.

The book preview event is in a week and a half. All systems are go.

In terms of the book, I am just waiting now on the final cover design to sign off and then it’s off to the printers.

What a way to start the new year!

Firstly, an introduction

Kia ora, and thank you for visiting my site.

I am hoping that you enjoy finding out more about my poetry and short stories. As is the custom in Aotearoa New Zealand, I need to tell you a little about myself.

My childhood was spent in outback Queensland (Australia). Memories of the dust and isolation endure. Growing up poor gave me a unique perspective on life, and a strong belief that a good education is essential. My father was intelligent and a capable learner, but as the eldest son of a farmer was sent to work in lieu of gaining a higher education. My mother trained as a nurse, profession that she used to supplement our household income and pay for the education of myself and my two sisters. I am lucky that after university I was able to start my working life without a level of student debt that was not crippling.

I am not nostalgic about my growing up years. I never felt any natural fit with rural life or the land. I spent most of my childhood feeling like I was a second or two out of sync with the world. That was until 11.30am on 12 July 2005. I was crawling through a gap in the ice on Franz Josef Glacier on the West Coast of New Zealand’s South Island. I could see ancient forest on one side and blue flashes in the ice on the other. I felt a calling to home my spirit could not ignore. Six months later I had left Brisbane behind, and started my new life in Christchurch, Aotearoa New Zealand.

In mid-2006 I moved to Wellington. I am married, have two beautiful cats, and am living the suburban dream with room to grow flowers and vegetables. During the day I am a humble public servant, like the majority of Wellingtonians. In my spare time I write.

In response to the COVID-19 pandemic and the decisive New Zealand response I had more time to think and write. My wife’s encouragement to share my work has led me to become a semi-regular at poetry readings and to compile my first collection of poems (Harbour).

This blog is another way for me to engage with fans of poetry, short stories and random musings. It won’t always be easy reading, but it will always come from my heart.