My connection with Piha began long before I ever stood on its sand. It started with a stamp — a tiny picture of Lion Rock that my uncle sent me when I was young. I didn’t know then how important that image would become, or how many times I would return to that coastline in …

I wrote this during the weeks my son’s father was in hospital. It’s a piece from a time when everything felt fragile. This was also many decades ago. Your life has been a challenge, and still the battle goes on Think of yourself as a warrior and that the fight has almost won Remember you’ve …

This is a poem about addiction to alcohol. I felt chained whilst I was writing this many years ago. I’ve been sober for Over a 1 year. It remains a demon Though for attention, demanding I be aware Be conscious, Mapped the unmapped waters.   My animal cortex, uncontrollable and controlling, A paradox, with my …