'Can’t see the point in celebrating the day until we can say where we went wrong too.'
Letters to Hone Tūwhare and his Travelling Band of Constant Companions, continued.
'I took a walk Easter Friday. Looked out for you everywhere. The churches are down at the moment. All I have is the beach.'
'It is sobering watching what a country can do if it wants to. Having been told for so long that nothing is possible. These are strange times down the back of the bus, John.'
Today, writer and doctor Glenn Colquhoun, with the second of his Letters to Hone Tūwhare and his Travelling Band of Constant Companions.
A letter to poet Hone Tūwhare – and his Travelling Band of Constant Companions
Our health system is broken. It has betrayed its community rather than served it, writes Glenn Colquhoun, a poet and doctor based on the Kāpiti coast.
