Each day after the clouds have let themselves go I take you outside to look in the puddles.
There's always something happening and it's usually quite loud on our Otago Access Radio show, Funky Monkey Underground (FMU).
It was late May when she left, right before the start of winter.
I stood in my cage shaking.
His mouth opening and shutting like a fish on land, his white teeth shone like pearls as his pale white face slowly became engulfed in the foamy white water.
The storm raged on as the wind whipped icily around me, cutting through my thin Icebreaker.
Waking up in the morning, frost is covering the grass like icing sugar dust.
Katy meets Anna for the first time and she seems a bit rude, a bit snobby, not very graceful in terms of social manners, and appears a bit angry.
''Everybody is a genius, but if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.''
One step at a time, each step harder than the last.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard.
''I want to be them. I want to be famous.''
What can take years to build, but only a slip of the tongue to tarnish?
If you are reading this, you have probably found me dead, frozen, sitting on the long drop.
12AM, August 7, 1888: Jack, a tall, lean man in black pants, black shirt and a green velvet jacket was taking a midnight stroll to Gorge Yard.
''Get up princesses,'' boomed Mr Strong, the PE teacher, as he moved around the aisles of beds, shaking each boy awake in turn.
Feeling the soft, squishy substance sneak amidst my toes as I wiggled them to-and-fro, a sudden burst of energy struck me.
Waking up to gunshots and the echoes of distress were not abnormal in the Krakow Ghetto, but Rosa startled when she saw the terror etched on her father's face as he rushed her out of bed with trembling hands.
On my way inside, after trudging through knee-high swedes and battling with electric fence string, I am ready to call it a day.
Imagine living inside a locked closet without any control over any aspect of your life.