Run, mad bastards
Run, mad bastards. Run because you can. Run because it matters even if it doesn’t. Run because someone put the finish line over there. Run after the ghosts of y...
Run, mad bastards. Run because you can. Run because it matters even if it doesn’t. Run because someone put the finish line over there. Run after the ghosts of y...
Why have I been so quiet lately? Here’s a post to make up for all the silence. Featuring poetry goals, te reo, piano and running. Oh, and saving the world...
Something different about his cry / two wide eyes in the dark / the tang of sick scratching the air
It's been a tough year. Here's a poem.
I’m not a tattoo guy but I really like the idea behind the semicolon tattoo. It is the superhero story of punctuation; the humble semicolon called to greater pu...
It is time to address the poo issue head on. A few weeks ago a study somewhere found faecal matter in facial hair. Actually, it wasn’t a study; it was a reporte...