I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
'My own instinct is to write longer poems. I tend to quest about like a dog backtracking & crisscrossing a terrain in search of an odour’s source.' Ian Wedde, poet
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