I'm a Bay lad, born and bred in one of the country's oldest inland towns - Waipawa, Central Hawke's Bay. After drinking my way through two universities I emerged not only with a buggered liver, but with a couple of degrees in the Arts and Business (the latter as penance for the former), a wife, mountainous student debt and the ultimate educational payoff - the realisation I knew nothing. Five years in the windy capital and we (spawner and four spawn) returned to the salutary mores of Hawke's Bay, where we now try our best to raise our kids on the 'dirt raised, sun grown' model. Despite four years in journalism here in the Bay, it's creative writing - poetry in particular - that's always been my 'thing'. If I have any mojo left in my 34 years I attribute it to the Kiwi mystic and poet, James K. Baxter - to whom I'm hopelessly reverential.