Practice
Travel round the world, ostensibly to visit his Mother's birthplace in South Island, New Zealand, unfolding in myth and told in line drawings and a sequence of short, single form image poems.

Before...

Difficult day, hours piling up
Like unpaid bills, Morning yawns
At the back of it. Evening
Hoards the lack of achievement.

Meditation achieves nothing.
Nothing dawns - out of nothing
Lamplight on the window blacks out
The world. This black achieves black.