By baruk on February 6, 2010
streetlights crumple against a bright(ish)auckland morning. deep down in the silencemarty’s whales are soundingoftreaties madeoftreaties brokenofthe big(ish)party onat orakei but i’ve turned my back on the seamy face to the hills-this hilllittered with buildingsthat snap at your heelsand leer as you pass… and deep down in the silence,marty’s whales are sounding. [NOTE:links for context- marty, […]
By baruk on December 5, 2009
the sky is a surly sodden blanket the river bloated with mud strange spring, this at the end of a long dark winter strange spring, this dressed in autumn brown strange spring this- and what will summer bring?