A few months ago, I was commissioned to write a review of an exhibition at my local art gallery. The kaupapa was women’s suffrage through whakaaro Māori (a Māori lens). It was titled 'Māreikura'. Mareikura (verb) nobly born female.(noun) an order of female supernatural beings corresponding to the male whatukura. I was both excited by and apprehensive about … Continue reading Part of the Bargain: the Right to Write
It’s the second day of summer, and the kids are swimming while I stand with my toes in the sea, enjoying the water lapping against my skin and dividing my gaze between the girls and the notebook I write this in. It’s moments like these that I realize I should have pushed myself harder in … Continue reading The Sea, It Calls.
'These are no ordinary watersWe are not ordinary beneficiaries. We are kaitiaki in the truest sense.We are tangata whenua.Anything that upsets these waters or interferes with their flow should never be permitted.' Ron Wihongi, Ngawha Kaitiaki (1924–2016) My flatmate gave me a strange look as I opened the car door. ‘Why are you going there … Continue reading Why I Travelled Eight Hours in a Car to See a Lady I Don’t Know
I’ve been struggling with my writing lately. I’m working on a story set in the Hokianga in the 1950’s, based on true events that I am reshaping. Reimagining. I wasn’t there, obviously. James George (mentor): 'This is the strongest opening to any of the stories so far. Has real punch, and the economy, almost flatness … Continue reading Birth Pangs