Born into colonial Aotearoa, I had no right to my heritage. It had been defined three hundred years ago, by an expert panel of British imperialists, who’d divided the world by civility and barbarism. Socialised white, the mock of genetics wrote itself on my skin. At age six, the kids at school climbed the fence … More This lack is not my own.
Awhile ago, I had been at a party. I’d listened to someone talk about Kate Moss for ten minutes straight. I left the room, found my flatmate and asked why anyone was interested in anything at all. We’d come up with no answers. All this started a month ago, and all that started long before. I will not … More Exit Bag Out
His arm circling round her waist. Maybe . . . A blare. Sweat of traffic. Muggy afternoon. The sun bounces off every surface, paints the surroundings white. I stand at the corner of the street, feel the pavement seep through my soles. Sesame drifts from the marketplace; cheap soba, oil and soy. A cat stretches on the neighbour’s roof, white fur … More Suītopī