Dreaming into reality. A gothic word.

I have pretty vivid imagination, we all know that. I can dream things into existence in infinite detail just to create a world my mind can wander around within and explore. Elaborate landscapes in which my soul canΒ dance. At inception, I create lands that only God can see, lands that he aloneΒ can walk beside me…

Walking for freedom

Hey beautiful people!! On the 15th of October I’m going to join the A21 Campaign’s Walk for Freedom in central Londonβ€”to raise awareness and join the fight against the trafficking of beautiful children, women and men that still happens daily in the world we live in.  I think it’s important that we are aware of…

Here is my revelation. A gothic word.

When we look to the past we learn about the people that we were, and we see the people we are becoming all the more clearly. Circa. 2013. J R Manawa. Here is my revelation; the past is irrelevant. It has already been and gone and nothing that happened there can be changed, it can…

Poetry before bedtime

I just had a thought. A picture in my mind. I quite liked it. Pretty images painted by the shadows that dance along my wall….. Bodies. J R Manawa. “I leave a trail of bodies behind me, pieces on the cutting room floor. I leave a trail of bodies behind me, it was always that…

All in the family – My nana tells a good story too!

My Nana is a rockstar. She’s a legend. The kind of legend who cares continousoly, loves relentlessly, and says exactly what is on her mind, 100% of the time. She’s the best. I found out recently that one of her stories placed in a historical category for a New ZealandΒ competition. Bare in mind that she…