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

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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

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