Some free verse poetry a cockroach typed into my computer over the weekend.
As the President continues trying to throw the immigrant-and-refugee baby out with the bathwater, there is increasing attention on the man behind the curtain.
The Triumph of Trump.
I repeat the best after you, everyone says so.
Consoling the Finance Minister over an English Bitter
Emergency housing is not so snow white.
Panama’s in Pajamas
Auckland struggles to cope with its over-supply of advice on housing affordability…
Reading the fine print, except it’s not actually fine at all.
Australia and Other Nonsense
History, In A Grain Of Salt
Shouldn’t forging a nation from blood and sacrifice be against the law?
Running a few ideas up the flagpole to see if anyone repeatedly chops them down
A General description of a Major problem
As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth double.
And so it was written, and so shall it ever be…
What I did on my holidays
Who really did in Peter Dunne?
In which we hear about the journalistic standard of accuracy and think it sounds like a fantastic idea.
The French have A Word For It
Lyndon Hood wonders why these people haven’t run out of credit
If Planet Key did not exist, it would be necessary to invent it.
Just when you thought it was safe to go back on a subsistence wage provided by the State.
And why New Zealand is no good at either…
From a past life as a Muppet
An extraordinary tale of marine vicissitude
Inspection is my life
The art of spying, dying and versifying
Politics is child’s play
Government To Mine Rich Vein Of Irony