Tim Jones: Books in the Trees

By the time they got to the Finland Station, Lenin and his posse were famished. “What’ll it be, boss, Burger King or McDonald’s?” asked Zi...

Losing Weight Losing weight, you lose your tether to the ground. The moon awaits, a plate of bone atop an empty table. You pass it o...

This is a post for NZ Speculative Fiction Blogging Week . At Au Contraire, I gave a talk about getting speculative fiction published in Ne...

This follows my interview with Renee Liang last week. Love in a nutshell For Roseanne and Stephen I wanted to tell you how love grows...

Renee Liang likes to call herself a ‘writer’ as the best description for her disparate activities, which so far include poetry, plays, fict...

Down George Street In The Rain I talked to the shop signs down Cuba Street down Cashel Street down George Street in the rain. I sides...

It's review time again, with two literary magazines and a poetry chapbook to consider: all three of which I enjoyed. Enamel 2 Enamel...