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April 30, 2018

This article is about the mental health system in New Zealand. It is drawn from 2016, when I visited a friend in the Newtown Psychiatric Ward. Two years later, I conducted an interview with him. It is not intended to be a criticism of the system or the staff they employ. Any interpretation to that […]

April 16, 2018

Short for poverty. Up until I reached university, I had never heard the word “povo” before. Indeed, I had lived in my community, in the apparently mistaken belief that we were normal. We are normal — let me emphasise that. We didn’t have the most. But compared to others a short walk away, we were […]

March 12, 2018

I was 10 when I fell in love with materialism. Specifically: a pair of Nikes. Rebel Sport had just set up in New Plymouth and it was, literally, the talk of the town. This was the first sports store that didn’t sell guns and ammunition next to their running shoes. No, Rebel Sport had all […]

March 20, 2017

TW: This article contains discussion of suicide and drug use.   After eight years I still have questions. Twelve and thirteen-year olds aren’t equipped to deal with suicide, and I remember sitting in the chapel feeling helpless; dumbly wondering at the magnitude of it all as your mother, father, and brother gave testament to your […]

October 4, 2015

I read books, not cards or palms. But I reckon I can see your life written across your hands. Calloused skin and sinewy veins, nails blunted and cuticles in tatters, knuckles ashy and split.  Dermatological milestones, ten fingers worth of 30 years.   If given a second chance I doubt you’d go through it all […]

August 9, 2015

Mother knows. Mother knows her daughter is beautiful. Mother knows these boys, shades of men, wound her heart and body. Aching from the search for love, lust and short term affection to temporarily assuage her soul and make up for a dad who was never there. She knows her daughter is beautiful. She is throbbing, […]

May 24, 2015

I couldn’t pay my grocery bill yesterday but you bought $7 chocolate milk. I put back the bulk tub of margarine but you bought $7 chocolate milk. I even had to return the cereal, on special for ‘$2.99’, but you bought $7 chocolate milk. I had only enough to pay for white bread and precooked […]

September 28, 2014

Alcatraz isn’t a penitentiary,

but his dad might be in one.