I was born on October 14th 1940, in a working class suburb of Lower Hutt, just in time for morning tea.
My mum tells anyone who'll listen that I began writing poetry at about age eight. No evidence exists to that effect, and I dare say that's as it should be. I wrote intermittently throughout the years, mainly terrible rhyming verse. My favourite poet was Spike Milligan.
Beghinning work at fifteen years of age with no academic qualifications meant limited career options, and eventually, after an unsuccessful early marriage, the lure of Australia drew me to that marvellous country. There, on a working holiday that lasted 28 years, I drifted like a leaf on a fickle breeze. I saw a lot of Australia's marvellous Outback from the seat of a motorcycle or from behind the wheel of an old 4WD Nissan Patrol, accompanied for twelve of those years by my beloved dog/companion, Mr Mo.
I worked at employment as I found it--selling cars and/or motorcycles, cooking, crewing on cruising yachts, managing businesses, shearing shed handing, farming and even a brief stint in Papua New Guinea operating a jungle resort. After a return to New Zealand in 1996, and the cold realisation that at 56 years of age I was unemployable, I began to write. First there was puke-worthy love poetry, then as time dribbled by I discovered free verse and began to take a retrospective look at my own life. Since meeting up with an English-born woman living Greece on the Internet four years ago, I have been writing short stories as well, mainly horror and sci fi, and some personal essays... there is no definitive NZ novel waiting to be born.
My first book of illustrated poetry, Man of Stone, was published in October 2005, and has enjoyed modest success. My new publisher, Creativia, is currently republishing my various collections.
Mo (the new wife, not the dog) and I share an idyllic life-style on the picturesque Coromandel Peninsula, living in a small rural community surrounded by hills and the ocean. Here there is room to grow fat and let my dark side out to play.
I hope to die peacefully one day without warning.