I can see my breath. Float out, then disappear. My hands are cold and my face. I have gloves on and hands in puffer jacket pockets, a...

Maybe now as the stars blink, and slowly open their eyes, they’re shining a little bit of light on us. After the sun has sunk below the...

After reading some of A.A Milne’s poems, I wrote this little piece about lying in bed in the dark, trying to go to sleep at night, so far...

By me and my friend Nadia Lots of sand, in my hair, in my knickers, everywhere. In the shower it drains away, a reminder of my swim...

Tui and Hana always took the bus home. They walked to the corner of Greer and Pennydale in the morning and split off, Tui left, Hana...

My time at NPGHS has come to an end and it couldn’t have been better! So here’s a few thoughts... And in this world Where sometimes it...

Plonked down in my seat, staring out the window longingly, hoping one will come swooping down out of the sky and hit me in the face....

(A Friend for Baby Kangaroo) You're in for a treat! I have found my writing books from primary school. I will be posting some of my...

perfectly pink skies i’m looking at through rose tinted glasses perfectly pink skies fade fade fade to gray to dark gray to black...

Mama can you see my shiny teeth do you think they’ll notice that they are brushed, is it hopeless? Mama I think they’ll notice cause my...

Apparently when writing a poem your not ment to make spelling mistakes Also you shouldn’t use excessive, over-the-top, superfluous...

This poor little boy watching the cricket, waiting and hoping for the winning wicket. He sat half in the sun half under a tree, leaning...

They’re the button scratch, couch hut, hairdressing chairs. There’s another man coming to pick up our chairs. Our scrapbooks. We’re going...

Seemingly identical men stand, a moment frozen in time. Same suits, same ties, same briefcases, or so it seems… Three men meet at the...