Dedicated to the Shekera family, my brave Ukrainian friends, who conduct their lives under a hail of Russian missiles. In the years preceding the signing of Te Tiriti o Waitangi, two significant private libraries were established in Northland: the Anglican mission libraries of Kerikeri and Waimate North. I was three-and-a-half years old when my family…
‘How fleeting are all human passions compared with the massive continuity of ducks’ — Dorothy L Sayers, Gaudy Night Writers never ask one another questions like ‘where do you get your ideas’ because we all know the answer will be useless. Every writer’s process is personal and not very replicable. Lots of normal people do…
I studied the map of the London Underground hanging on the wall. Multi-coloured lines sprawled outwards, branching off from one another with no apparent logic. The whole thing was more like a diagram of an electric circuit than a map of a transport system. A thick, light-blue line made its way, in a jagged fashion,…
Urinating on my bedroom carpet as a child some thirty years ago had been intentional, though not malicious. I’d been going through a curious phase and discovered rather quickly that the bodily process responsible for urination was indeed voluntary. When I told my mother about it she barely stole her weary gaze away from the…
When I was eleven years old, my mother took me for Kaffee und Kuchen | coffee and cake at the Café Landtmann in Vienna. We sat in an elegant room with high ceilings, under severely beautiful lamps. We were tourists, like several other customers, but there were a handful of old Austrian men, too, wearing…
I recently bought a Pink Sugar perfume dupe online. The bottle has a white label with looping writing across its front, nauseatingly pink cotton candy liquid sloshing inside. I wear it almost every day, as some return to my 10-year-old self: bright red hair extensions, shimmery lips from dollar-store lip gloss, Hello Kitty keychain dangling…
“What about me seems Dutch?” I asked my husband, thinking he’d say something like ‘you’re a hard worker’ or ‘fairness is important to you’ or ‘you’re an innovator’. He thought for a moment. “Well, you’re quite tall,” he said. Another thought came to him. “And you like cheese.” * I have an indistinct memory of a…
Mokorua: Ngā Kōrero mō tōku moko kauae. My story of moko kauae by Ariana Tikao AUP NZ (2022). RRP: $45.00. Hb, 164 pp. ISBN: 9781869409708 Reviewed by: Siobhan Kahu Tumai. Sometimes being tangata Māori in te ao Pākehā feels like you have only half the pieces of your life’s puzzle. The more you learn and grow…
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