Bowalley Road

We offered arrogance the virtues of the flower The Faithful And The True On the streets of sublimation Where the scholars make their...

In One Hand He's A Golden Coin: Before audiences of thousands, Muldoon cast himself in the role of economic saviour. To the anxious ...

Written in the months leading up to the General Election of 1975, The Sons of Cain was an attempt to put into words my feelings of deepe...

Winter Sonnet Dressed all in burgundy, so roughly swathed, What does she seek, this pilgrim of the night? Who startles winter revelers neon-...

This poem was submitted to the Otago University student newspaper Critic in lieu of the usual candidate’s "blurb" for election to...

Harold Wilson addresses a May Day rally in Hyde Park. More evidence that the 1970s were the historical pivot upon which the fortunes of 20t...

LATE Thursday evening, approaching midnight, though Fergusson Drive still crowded with cars. This island never sleeps. Full moon giving the ...

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Who guards the guardians? IT’S strange, the things we remember. For me, it’s the formative influence of an ob...