Dog’s Spare Human Holds Phone in Cold Dark Street
Growing up in the ganglands of Whanganui, I learned that a mean bastard of a dog can deter most low-level trouble, whichever side of the fence you’re on. But we did not get a mean bastard of a dog.
Narrative nonfiction
Negotiating the canal
We’re not people who’ll eat a placenta but we will place a couple on ice in a chest freezer. One for us, and one for a friend whose freezer is too small to accommodate both meat and out-of-use human organs.
My wife Vic and I might be considered
Toothbrushes and minimalism
When minimalism takes the form of a quiet and simple campaign of manipulation
Neck deep in margarine
Here may enter a new catchphrase for unbridled joy, to supplant the old crass one about pigs in shit
Kick me in the face
The first ambulance was for someone else, but the second was for me
DIY: Nemesis
For some, DIY is naught but a spectrum of disasters
Kihap! like you mean it
Exclamation marks, the gravitas of the taekwondo kihap, and a stray bird