The time was ten past five pm in the afternoon of a late Saturday. Subject A, with a Barkers gin & tonic moved about the kitchen. Perched on an end of the bench I looked over the recipe. “Venison Medallions with Caramelised Onions and salsa verde?” I questioned. “Damn right, and we’re gonna see how it goes.” Subject A replied sprite-fully. He worked a large pot from one of the cupboards into the sink with grace. “What’s inspired you most about cooking with Nadia?” I ask. Subject A laughed heartily and moved the pot from the sink to the heating…
Goodnight Kiwi
When you can’t sleep, write. When you can’t write, sleep. It’s not an easy thing to be told what to do. Never is the suggestion accepted and life moves on. Rather usually a fuss must be made and a muck-abouted. What’s all the fuss about anyway? You know deep down that it’ll be good for you. A rejuvenation not only for the soul, but the spirit! And all those damned biological functions that requrie replenishment. For if only I could wake forever and learn to wrangle the little concentration I’ve been blessed with. To live in the moment is to…