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Hip Vegetables: From New York PR Agency to New Zealand Garden

I wasn’t sure if kale, that wild fronded brassica vegetable, would go in the indian curry I was making, but I put it in anyway. I had the kale in my fridge because Mum had given me some from her garden. She was growing it in her garden thanks to a New York PR mogul by…

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Otago Central Rail Trail – A Winter Adventure

  I warned that there would be at least one point of the trip that I would completely lose it, and possible throw my bike down on the trail and yell ‘That’s it! I’ve had enough.’ He replied ‘Well that’s fine, but if that happens I wil remind you that this was your idea.’ And…

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Dialogues With The World : Story Telling

  For all the reservations I might have had about her novel, I could not fault her as someone to listen to. Eleanor Catton, speaking at the Auckland Writers Festival, was interesting and interested. She implored her sell-out audience to think about conversations, and engaging in dialogues – not just pouring out monologues. She pressed…

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Susan

(Mother’s Day came and went last Sunday, as did Mum’s 39th wedding anniversary. I sent chocolate and wrote this in my head. It’s now made it to paper. (With supporting quotes from He Waiata Mo Te Kare 8 – James K Baxter ) — ‘No, Mum, I can’t do it. Go on without me.’ ‘You…

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Trompe-l’œil: On reading Eleanor Catton’s The Luminaries

  I took it camping with me over New Year, I took it up north over ANZAC weekend. I talked about it in work meetings (‘Is it a good story? I like a good story.’),  discussed it in Wellington (‘Im about half way through.’ ‘Me too’ ‘I keep forgetting which characters are which…might write it…

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In Good Company

I jokingly asked a friend recently if they were the weird kid at school, and he said ‘Well yes, but isn’t everybody. Nobody feels like they fit in at school.’ Perhaps this is true. As a child, I didn’t really know or care if I was the weird kid, but I certainly had a few…

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Let Your Love

  Last weekend, a couple of cool cats I care for, celebrated their love by getting married. It was a fabulously fun and inclusive day, with friends and family contributing their talents in many ways. Sarah suggested I give a reading, and maybe a poem, and maybe a poem I had written? I’m not much…

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The Broken Wheel

The little girl burst into tears, as I turned and walked back to my car. Her mother, my neighbour, huffed and ushered the children inside. I hadn’t sworn, nor barely raised my voice, but the anger and fear in my voice was pretty clear. My anger was at the mother, who had repeatedly allowed her…

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I Will Bring You Stories

It’s 45 degrees outside but in my hotel room it’s cool and sanitised. I sit, perched on the end of the two-seater couch, talking into the landline phone, to a voice half a world away. A familiar voice beaming into my other, alternate world of #travel and hotel rooms, taxis and airplanes, and places that you see once and…

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Shake It Out

I imagine it would have made a good time lapse video. For two hours and 13minutes, gym bunnies at my local sports centre came and went on the treadmills. It was a dark autumn night. Most were done within 40minutes. The one constant over this time period was me; slowly jogging away, the grey marle…

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