Tag Archives: Auckland Writers’ Festival
Balcony
‘You need to think, and thinking well is the hardest thing in the world to do.’ —Vivian Gornick I was sitting on a balcony above a sea of heads, close to the edge, looking down on a lit stage. … Continue reading
Dear Bob Cunis
One of the things I did when up was up in Auckland for the writers’ festival was meet my friend Donald for breakfast one morning, on K Road, just after I had fallen over while walking to meet him. It … Continue reading
Posted in books, Poetry, Recklessness
Tagged Alice Miller, Auckland Writers' Festival, Bob Cunis, clarinet, Diana Bridge, Sarah Broom
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