Issue 14

Roadside Goat

There are some roadside goats, tethered to lonely triangles of tin, who used to be loved.

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Issue 14

Speaking in Tongues

Paul reaches for Dawn’s hand and squeezes it roughly. He has a knack for interrupting her when she wants to be mentally alone.

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Issue 14

Nights of Everywhere

I remember our first night everywhere cos Māmā always takes us somewhere special to tell us about the whakapapa of a place.

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Issue 14

Blown off Course

It had been the wettest week since records began. Three streets away the river threatened to break its banks and, around midnight, it did.

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Issue 14

Chicken Skin

Her skin is raw and pink, fleshy-soft like the fat chicken fillets my mother brings home from the butcher’s that I poke through the plastic bag.

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Issue 14

The Standing Stones

As far back as we know, the babies die in August. This I will tell my girls and any grand-girls that I come to see.

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Issue 14

There’s Nothing to Tell, Really

Thereʼs nothing to tell, really. Nothing happened. We were all in the synagogue sanctuary, about halfway through the service. The cantor had just finished his midrash.

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