Macrotermes
As a child Boris had spent hours constructing elaborate ‘houses’ out of playing cards. He slipped cards into the pages of books to provide sound …
When I was a kid I used to come to Wellington and look up at the big buildings and wonder what it was like from …
Don’t you love those nervous moments? You know the kind – when your dentist looks in your mouth, hesitates, frowns slightly, looks again, and then sucks …
On the plywood wall, young love sears with a white hot heat. Somebody JSH has a big, hot red heart for somebody ABs. Probably someone Joan …
It’s hard to imagine a more quintessential New Zealand image than a tui gathering nectar from a kowhai hightlighted against a bright blue sky. It …
Do you remember those amazing days when you were first in love? When it seemed like the top of your head was going to just …
Weekends are often about trying to cross a few chores off the list. Cram in a movie. Catch up with whanau. Cook. Clean. Fix. Make. …
I’ve yet to read any writing anywhere that has captured the seemingly relentless horrors from the earthquakes shattering our carefully constructed realities. My own writing …
When the settlers came to New Zealand in the 1800s they brought possessions, hopes, and dreams. These apples are growing by the Sexton’s Cottage – …
Look at you. Pathetic. Start ups always fail. You and your ridiculous dreams. You’re never going to amount to anything. Buck your ideas up. You’ve …
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