
Wood Whispers with Jazz Gilsenan-Fitzgerald
Imagine this: morning light filtering through the trees near Parakiwai, where Jazz Gilsenan-Fitzgerald’s workshop hums with the sound of planes smoothing wood.

Imagine this: morning light filtering through the trees near Parakiwai, where Jazz Gilsenan-Fitzgerald’s workshop hums with the sound of planes smoothing wood.

I first encountered Keegan shortly after relocating to New Zealand. I’d developed a persistent penchant – one that endures – for the occasional indulgence in the decadent temptations of local bakeries.

My own life began in a situation of dishonesty which I outlined in a previous Coromind article. My parents suddenly married and hightailed it to London so my mum could give birth to me free from prying eyes …

I’ve known Navi Dhillon for a few years now, and we’ve often connected over our journeys in Whitianga and how we came to call it home.

Rats eat seeds, bugs, larvae, eggs, whatever is easiest at the time. With rats gone, a boom-bust population relay cycled around Ahuahu / Great Mercury Island.

Imagine this: morning light filtering through the trees near Parakiwai, where Jazz Gilsenan-Fitzgerald’s workshop hums with the sound of planes smoothing wood.

I first encountered Keegan shortly after relocating to New Zealand. I’d developed a persistent penchant – one that endures – for the occasional indulgence in the decadent temptations of local bakeries.

My own life began in a situation of dishonesty which I outlined in a previous Coromind article. My parents suddenly married and hightailed it to London so my mum could give birth to me free from prying eyes …

I’ve known Navi Dhillon for a few years now, and we’ve often connected over our journeys in Whitianga and how we came to call it home.

Rats eat seeds, bugs, larvae, eggs, whatever is easiest at the time. With rats gone, a boom-bust population relay cycled around Ahuahu / Great Mercury Island.