No Church in the Wild
I look at the photos sometimes. I always leave them thinking, ‘Why do you do it? Why do you return?’ They’re always together, the beginning and the end.
The Plasticine Horse
Rain clung to the window, golden with light from the streetlamp.
Hamish's Place
Whatever else people say about Hamish Ogilvie, almost everyone admits he could’ve been a great halfback.
A Use for Everything
The driveway connecting our house to the street had been tar-sealed once, but the weight of Dad’s work ute, heavy with concrete and/or machines that cut and hammered and welded,…
The House of Skin
I know I shall miss the scratching. My middle right-hand finger, its nail clipped as close as a surgeon’s, furrowing the skin on my shoulder.
West Gate Rising
After Edie died, the house got bigger.
Runaway People
Meeting 1 The first time I saw Julia Milner was in the Origins section of the Auckland Museum.
All Those Saturdays
Today, my mom calls to tell me that my dad is in hospital. There is an abscess on his pancreas that won’t leave him alone.