We decided to hit up some of the famous London landmarks. I was not going to miss the opportunity to see these places empty.

The amount of energy I put in to try not to say the word ‘deck’ to people is crazy. Why? Because everyone else hears ‘dick’.

This particular poem is one of those.  I wrote it during and after visiting Mauthausen Concentration Camp...

I'd decided to head back home and one of my goals was; before heading overseas again to see as much of New Zealand as I possibly could.

I thought I would share some of the fun or exciting things that I discovered while living in Madrid, Spain, for ten months. I will note...

A poem about South Korea, including stories about my time there... including that time with the Rhino Beetle...

There was also a lot of me calmly saying, “Mum, just go to your right a smidge more, I can see over the edge…”

The moment that I decided to move to Madrid my mum was immediately looking up flights so that she could come over and visit.

All I ever wanted to do what move to Europe. But I wasn't prepared for the drama that would happen...