HeartlandMy name is Steve Wills, and I live off Eight Mile Road, second left past the three red granaries, and I was a very young man once upon a time (that’s a fine way to start a story, isn’t...

Before the house had learned its sorrow,before the clock grew fat with silenceand the chairs began to keep their counsel,there was a bird whose throatcould unlock the morning.She came not like a guest,but like a blessing that had forgotten...

For MustaphaSome friendships do not arrivelike doors opening in a house,but like weather remembering a shore,like two distant firesrecognizing the same wind.I do not remember the first minutethe path between us began,only that poetry was there...that old lantern in...

🌿He kōreroI rapu tētahi tama i te māramatanga. Ka pātai ia ki ngā tāngata o tōna kāinga, kei hea e kitea ai taua mea. Ka kī mai rātou mō tētahi koroua e noho ana i runga i tētahi maunga...

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