An old soldier settles down with the natives in a remote outpost of New Zealand. Life is good, until the French arrive.
It's that time of the year again. The time where we come together as a family. Where we cherish our loved ones, eat a relaxed meal together, embrace one another on our doorsteps, talk to distant relatives, laugh and give each other presents. When we simply take some time to be with one another: marking … Continue reading The Big Lie
I often read these lovely tips for writers. Being darkly cynical I then reflect that all they wrote for that day was a list of tips for other writers, and that really they have lost an opportunity for writing something really meaningful that day. A successful writer is merely someone who shares their madness with … Continue reading Tips for Demented Writers
Sacred Island The aged boat slid through the water and gently nosed out into the harbour. She was a well-loved and open sixteen-footer with mainsail and jib. A gentle breeze tickled her sail as she began to slip along and out in the middle there were fierce gusts filling sails and pushing other vessels towards … Continue reading Campfire Tales
David Meech examines the question of identity in Philip Roth's controversial novel
(Commended, Segora Short Story Competition, France). Blackness and the darkest of thoughts. Always this panic just before dawn sets in. The faintest twitter of birds and my mind flicks to her eyes; there is terror within, I hear her little voice with the soft press of her hands but she has slipped away now. This … Continue reading Eyes Before Dawn
Patricia Grace DCNZM, QSO is a matriarch of Maori literature. She has been long-listed for the Booker and was winner of the prestigious Neustadt International Prize for Literature, the Kiryama Pacific Rim Fiction Prize and the Literaturpreis from Frankfurt, among many others. She has produced six novels and seven short story collections, as well as children’s books and non-fiction. This is her first work in a decade.
Read David Meech's review of a forgotten classic
Paul decided to quit for good. Should he tell the foreman? Nah! Nervously he balanced his stainless steel blade on the rim of number nine – they’d easily find it there – and briskly made his escape through the factory exit. Outside he sniffed at the fresh air. A feckless breeze nudged the sweat off … Continue reading Red Lines.
We never had the internet. Music was our language back in the day, just as the internet is common currency for young people today. Music was a sounding board, a common ground but it was more than this: music was a beautiful field of fantasy. My mate Michael had a vast collection of LP records … Continue reading FANTASIA – Music Is Theatre Is Art.