Why I’ve been quiet? New Zealand has been busy…!

So it’s been a while (yeah, that’s my favourite opening phrase isn’t it?). New Zealand has been so beautiful. It’s been so so so many years since I’ve been home and had a proper, deep breath, long pause moment to appreciate the insane beauty of this God-created country. I’m almost as passionate about travelling the…

Airbourne — guns, boys, and fast planes ✈️

So my sister and I have a thing for fast planes, guns, and boys in uniform. These are all mild forms of amusement, nothing seriously obsessive, except maybe for the guns. I realise all this sounds slightly geeky and has nothing at all to do with the meaning of life, the darker side of alternative…

“I, the moon.” …is this a poem?

And then sometimes, once all the pieces have fallen where they may, I am left with a deep set and desperate desire to come home, To that green, green grass. To that place where mountains touch the sky, And legs disappear amidst a sea of iridescent wildflower, Toes in the brown earth, mud by the…

“I bet you were the worst of them….”

“I bet you were the worst of them….” I’m passionate about how gothic subculture is perceived in society. Similar to racism, sexism and homophobia, we have a learned habit of judging those who don’t look like us or don’t present themselves the same way as us. Just because the subcultures of our youth see beauty…

How to spot a writer

  I wasn’t going to blog again so soon as Starlet Fey was the first real story I had written in a while, but sometimes those moments in life just happen that take you away, entertaining your mind with droplets of inspiration. How to spot a writer. J R Manawa. She’s sitting opposite me on…