Songs
By the Campfire
Crafted at the Turua Boat Ramp as I contemplated my new offering and considered those who were cold. By the Campfire0:00/257.3999791× crafted February 2026
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Songs
Ode to Gracie my dog pal
I wrote this to process the grief I was experiencing when Gracie passed. I have cried many times to this song remembering her gentle presence. An Ode to Gracie my dog pal0:00/329.9599791× crafted February 2026
Writing
There is nothing like a good dream
My addictions live only for the high and paper over the cracks in my life, like the silence of being alone. A raw dispatch on breaking the night time habit of digital sedation, by putting the iPad down and touching the Real to find true satiety. There is nothing like a good dream.
Writing
The Turning
I am cold. I need to get warm. But how? A raw dispatch from the Turua boat ramp out on the Hauraki Plains where surviving purely in mechanical momentum is not a life, it is waiting. What does it take to truly come to life?
Writing
The Sinking
I have often mistaken the fist unclenching for true rest. But what happens when my whole arm drops? A dispatch from the old bus on the heavy shock of gravity, the quiet rebellion of deep rest, and why the soil never explains itself to the gardener. What will you stop carrying?