corona chronicles (2)

Today is Piggles birthday! People keep getting sick and I'm worried about my parents back in Connecticut. I'm super happy I randomly jumped a plane to Manhattan in January. The city and those souls stay on my mind. I started contemplating my next poetry collection. Volume Four will be beautiful. It's a lot of years to pack in. People in Australia are nervous and cautious; loving and wonderful; going through the motions like all of us are. I...

corona chronicles (1)

Family.... I love you and hope all of you and yours and ours are chillin... So... I've been on so much extra level silence for so long. This cunty virus came out while I was leaving New York City in February. Anyways, y'all should already know I hate the fucking press. This exact week last year, I was in New York City handling my business. My best friend of 36 years strong shouted my airfare to get me to Manhattan in time for what I had to...

my wonderful world of writing

Namaste cult collective Where did the past two weeks go? I'm back in Australia. Lusciously placed on the salty coastline waiting for the sun to rise every morning, rolling in the waves. Something amazing is occurring in my life at the moment. When I started this page it was to make as a Writer in NYC, and I did. I lived an amazing eight years of it. Now, for the first time in my grown up days, for a brief window of time... I don't have to work....

and then i was in nyc

I decided ten days ago Manhattan was calling. I had been in a fairly shit mood for like two weeks and I needed a quick fix. So last Friday, I hopped on a plane and am currently hibernating amongst chilly treetops and windy street blocks. Since I left Manhattan to go back to Australia in June 2018, I've been freelancing. The dopest thing about being a freelance Writer is setting yourself up to work a month, have a month to yourself, work a...

when your mouth is

Super shut. Observations inside silence are always the loudest to me. One of my favourite people who hails from the South Island of New Zealand spent a few days in my beach hut recently. We guzzled gin drinks and played hair colour games with another favourite who dwells down Byron way. We dipped carrot sticks in garlic dips and swapped secrets and silliness. The colours of my life are violet and gold. They remain that way. Seven years back two...
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