I was lucky enough to get given a signed serviette from legendary NZ poet Sam Hunt recently.
My parents bumped into him in Matakohe, NZ, of all places. They don’t know him, he was just there, and they know I like his poetry.
Got to think a poet writing his name on a napkin is kind of poetic in itself.
My brother actually has hair from his now departed dog ‘Minstrel’ from years ago.
Surely someone can find time to do a new documentary of Sam performing?
My favourite poem of his would have to be ‘Maintrunk Country Roadsong’.