The best voices communicate a way of being; a subtle force, echoes of past and present. The last ebbing tones in a DEI suicide note: why...

Is who I am when I'm awake a dream, Or is facing death the real delusion? Some of us scream, While others seek seclusion. A lonely path...

I caught you as you fell into the ocean. Limitless motion From the waves Buffeted our love Above the pit of despair, beyond all worry...

Crying myself to sleep, weeping to console myself beyond the safety of plausible deniability. The charades of youth are gone. The flirty...

Unusual phrases From daily life. Recontextualised by precious punctuation. Gimmicks Like This That Make People Think They're Smart. ...

Waking up each morning, With a fuzzy brain. Feeling the pain of those Quetiapine pills. They help me sleep, But I feel dead inside....

Barabara, an American who Philippa met at the Benvenuto Club, has moved to Rapallo for a couple of months before returning to America...

We've finally managed to feel settled enough to go exploring a bit. Andy had to go to Pisa University to look at an installation of their...

Having spent several wet weekends in a row at home, we were determined that this weekend, rain or shine, we would go and visit somewhere....

This is the same day as the Monaco trip, but has much more detail. As for shifting narratives: that's literally my thing. I'm pretty...

We had decided that we would go and see 'the lakes'. There are several lakes north of Milan, that come down from the Alps. They are...

My sisters, Athena and Dee (Aphrodite), weren't able to come to Italy, but we had several relatives visit. My aunt Anne and my maternal...

Andrew Riddell was my father, and Portrait of a Knight is dedicated to him. We all wrote trip journals, and this was his journal of the...

Albenga was where the second ATKK office was, so my Dad visited there often. My memory of Albenga was that it had the best gelato of...

Well, when I was dealing with the fuzz (hippie word for police), or with the Prime Minister, the subterfuge made sense and I personally...

An email I sent to a friend from Christchurch who was also very brainy. Trimmed it, but kept the typos. Hi Nathaniel I'll start from my...

The flowers which lie on the grass where the trees which fly into the sky start here. The flowing lakes sit in the grass. The grass...

I sat typing on my screen, Knowing that they would read my anguished cries. Those wise greyhairs and ageing Gen Xers. Searching for the...

2230. The Sultan of Aotearoa is dying. In a world of catastrophic climate change, Aotearoa is the oasis. A beacon of humanity in an...

I thought of death As I lay dying, Trying desperately To cling to her. That vibrant ray of new hope: emerging then fading. In: the...