A Kōrero with Laurence Fearnley
Laurence Fearnley has spent the past twenty-six years writing and publishing fiction, essays and longer works of nonfiction.
Just Outside of Seeing
When I first learned to meditate, my anxiety surprised me. I began with short, five-minute guided meditations, so I thought it would be easy to sit with myself.
Lullaby on the Third Setting
The rain came down sideways in Piripiri that morning, fine and grey like flour sifted through gauze.
This is the Summer When...
…I give birth to my son, one week early; when he scores one for reflex irritability, when he grimaces to show his disapproval at being rushed out into the world;…
Black Barbecue God
In the end, I worshipped Black Barbecue God, right up to the moment He ascended into a clear blue sky. But things didn’t start out like that.
The Visitor
It’s when we’re outside church, waiting for the minister to arrive and unlock the door, that Mum springs the bad news on us.
The Flooded Temple
Pōhutukawa was launched under the auspices of blazing Venus and got properly underway as the sun was rising, surging out of the harbour channel at thirty knots.
Dogwood House
When I was fifteen, my parents brought home a puppy on the same day I’d found out that my closest friends were going to the coast together over the summer…
Afterbirth
Two hours after surgery, my legs are swollen, like two overstuffed sausages straining at their skins. It's 4 a. m.
Beringia During the Ice Age
As they drive along the coast, Lulu looks at the calm sea and thinks about geology. Isla is sound asleep, slumped in the booster seat in the back.
