Tree of life ~ a poem

Another tree grows into site so we flit our wings and change our mind, and though the storm reveals a weathered hand, we little birds get whirled around and lose the trail to lonesome lands, a flash of red amongst distant pine, just the hint of a spark to reset our hearts on fire, urges... Continue Reading →

A travellers routine ~ Part 1

I'm not usually one for routine. In fact, I'm not usually one for anything in that department, really; rules, guidelines, limits - all constraining things of that ilk. I've been breaking them so long that they tend to keep their distance nowadays.. But, slowly and slyly, under the delicate threshold of perception, a certain routine... Continue Reading →

Travels changed you.

A multicoloured campervan zooms over the sprawling plains of Hokitika, gathering speed, vanishing and emerging from the mirror haze like an apparition. Tom - Pwhhhoo.. Lets eat now boys? I want food now. What do you think of that boys. Food now? I'm ready if you are. Liam - Oh yeah. Great idea. What about... Continue Reading →

The broken and the damned – a poem

Too broken to remember. Too tired to reform. Teeth pack tight and fall away. Stumble into another day. Take light rain and not the storm. Still far from anyone. At least I know I'm not the sun. - Thanks for looking! If you did enjoy this post, consider following us for more poetry, musings and... Continue Reading →

It’s been a while.

Yes, its been a while.. I should probably talk on all the epic adventures we've been having here over the last few weeks in New Zealand - these are surely the things that will entertain and inspire others in their own journeys and ambitions. Somewhere here, experienced but unwritten, await all those remarkable moments that... Continue Reading →

Sounds of the city

The grass is warm underfoot, and the blades are soft and tickle the skin. All around are clusters of people, sitting and talking and happy, their chatter met with the sounds of the city, an endless expanse of radiant white noise. And then there are the skateboarders, all stooped shoulders and oversized shirts, either falling... Continue Reading →

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