The beginning
In September 2004 I told a lie. It wasn’t great with excitement or mass consequence. Neither would it have me sitting in court down the tree lined Durham Street courthouses or in the dark foyer of the central police station
The beginning
In September 2004 I told a lie. It wasn’t great with excitement or mass consequence. Neither would it have me sitting in court down the tree lined Durham Street courthouses or in the dark foyer of the central police station
How to be a good uncle
How to be a good uncle – via stuff.co.nz I wrote this article as an ode to my sister, to let her know I was thinking of her and her kids, and trying my best to be a great uncle. It was
How to be a good uncle
How to be a good uncle – via stuff.co.nz I wrote this article as an ode to my sister, to let her know I was thinking of her and her kids, and trying my best to be a great uncle. It was
Something About This Place
In 2002 four students from St Bede’s College, Christchurch, New Zealand with their Art and English teachers travelled to Antarctica as recipients of Antarctica New Zealand’s Secondary Schools Education in Antarctica Initiative. The St Bedes College submission promised Antarctica New
Something About This Place
In 2002 four students from St Bede’s College, Christchurch, New Zealand with their Art and English teachers travelled to Antarctica as recipients of Antarctica New Zealand’s Secondary Schools Education in Antarctica Initiative. The St Bedes College submission promised Antarctica New
Little cute bird
Little cute bird; so cute. The ruff on your neck so frazzled – I could never mistake you for another. You fly in my window when you want to visit me. Your wings so soft, you glide with grace. Landing
Little cute bird
Little cute bird; so cute. The ruff on your neck so frazzled – I could never mistake you for another. You fly in my window when you want to visit me. Your wings so soft, you glide with grace. Landing
The boy
The gentle child, a boy with gigantic imagination. A heart full of love, it hurts him when things aren’t Okay. His world; an exciting tram ride, a red rose, a warm embracing hug. The little boy cries but doesn’t know why.
My petite brown book
I have a petite brown book, which I love very much. Although it is a book, it speaks to me. Various vibrant ventures from Mozam-A to Mozambique. I tell it stories of love, violence, crime; and sometimes it tells me
My petite brown book
I have a petite brown book, which I love very much. Although it is a book, it speaks to me. Various vibrant ventures from Mozam-A to Mozambique. I tell it stories of love, violence, crime; and sometimes it tells me
12 months
Abraxas, canapes, red bricks, Paperchase. Symmetrical windows, fat hammerhead toes. Pens in Angel, a Brighton carouselle. Woolen rugs, tightly gripped hugs. 17 hours, sayonara. A girl named CLARA. Dalston Mezze, Reinact Gotye. Gave up beer, London, just another year.
Matilda
Brushing through the moist and dewy bushes I had collected a twig that clung to my trousers. It committed itself to my leg and was relentless to my shaking. I gave up and reached down to pick the twig off
Matilda
Brushing through the moist and dewy bushes I had collected a twig that clung to my trousers. It committed itself to my leg and was relentless to my shaking. I gave up and reached down to pick the twig off
24hr curtains follow up
David, Apologies for my previous email. I am happy to inform you that the samples have in fact ARRIVED. This is great news and I am impressed with them. I dont know how I didnt see them when I first
24hr curtains follow up
David, Apologies for my previous email. I am happy to inform you that the samples have in fact ARRIVED. This is great news and I am impressed with them. I dont know how I didnt see them when I first
Walking to Church
It was a beautiful summer’s day outside as I left the front door of our apartment behind me. But as expected there was a slight chill in the air. The UK summer can never be trusted and knowing as much
Walking to Church
It was a beautiful summer’s day outside as I left the front door of our apartment behind me. But as expected there was a slight chill in the air. The UK summer can never be trusted and knowing as much
James Silcock 