Introvert Interlude

Stealing posters from St. Kevin's Arcade, 3 hour phone calls with my friends across the world, Buying 6-packs of Tui on the way back home, Drinking it all by myself in my room. Crashing in my friends' flats on Wednesdays, Sleeping in carparks on Saturdays, Walking past Church on Sundays, Rising from Marlboro ashes on … Continue reading Introvert Interlude



This time last year, I was listening to "Untitled (How Does It Feel?)" by D'angelo in my bedroom, thinkin' bout some stuff. Tonight, I'm doing the same, except now I've got a cigarette in my hand. Breathing in and out everything bad, for a temporary high that'll only last in my head. Maybe I still … Continue reading VU

Black Cow

I saw you last night, playing the same song you showed me last year. Have you changed since we went our separate ways? I walked home the next morning, playing the same song you showed me last year. Maybe we haven't changed much at all. I thought about you this afternoon, I hope I don't … Continue reading Black Cow


The warmth of Auckland's coldest nights Always talked to me with more enthusiasm in her voice whenever I finished my night in Karangahape Road and the Niterider bus. She and I exchanged secrets tonight As we watched the streetlights of her nearby suburbs still shine brightly for no one. It reminded me of how I … Continue reading Dual

Coup De Grâce

It's been lingering on in my mind; the sketches I drew on those stick-it notes were still in your flat. You kept them for yourself, stored in the drawers of your study desk, months after I drunkenly conceived them. Why? I drew similar things back in a depressing college phase. Most of them were thrown … Continue reading Coup De Grâce

Conditioned Pessimism

Driving down Mt. Eden with William and Kwame. We were tailgating Max's car for ages, he was taking us to a house-party somewhere as his plus-ones, or rather as his plus-threes. We all could've fit in Max's car, but Kwame and I didn't wanna ride with Max's other friends who we weren't too familiar with, … Continue reading Conditioned Pessimism

Asahi Arrows

One-night stands got my mind all fucked up. A week of late nights just thinkin' bout who lied to me first. I'd finish by drinking cheap bottles of beer with Reagan and Dom, outside of Jeff's ash-riddled porch on a gloomy Sunday morning, then repeat. Listening to D’angelo over and over again too, thinkin’ bout … Continue reading Asahi Arrows


Late November, 2:00 AM somewhere in the hills of Panmure, back when Currents and Cilvia Demo were my anthems. Renz was in the front-seat, Shafiq was in the Driver's seat, they wouldn't stop giving me shit about Georgia, I wouldn't stop giving Renz shit about Christina too. Sam and Dom were in the back with … Continue reading Church