Month: January 2017
Drowned Rat
I’m sitting in the sick bay at the surf life saving club. My nephew, Isaac, has a headache and a sore tummy, so I brought him here to rest in the cool and the shade. He has fallen asleep on a thin mattress in the corner and I’m sitting beside him in one of those […]
MoreDrifting under the stars
We’re in Martinborough at my cousin’s house, a beautiful old 1920s villa sitting on 15 acres of sunburnt Wairarapa whenua. It’s dry and dusty and the horizon shimmers with a fiery glow that makes a person think of mirages in the desert. And thirst. Parched throat, dry lips. In the distance the Ruakokoputuna ranges stand like […]
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