Emerging voices
The door hangs still so long its hinges rust. No voices, just bird calls punctuating the vacant air: kaka’s morning whistle, kawau’s midnight cries.
One foot across the threshold and someone speaks of taonga soon to be displayed, hoping for ‘a bit of Māori at the fringe of heaven’.
He drives a zebra-drawn carriage. Says picnic is an ugly word, like snip snap or chitchat. She cuts a fashionable silhouette.
Latest emerging voices:
Marjory Woodfield: Picnic at Lady’s Bay, Kawau Island
He drives a zebra-drawn carriage. Says picnic is an ugly word, like snip snap or chitchat. She cuts a fashionable silhouette.
Moata McNamara: Something tribal this way comes
One foot across the threshold and someone speaks of taonga soon to be displayed, hoping for ‘a bit of Māori at the fringe of heaven’.
Deborah Jowitt: Flux
The door hangs still so long its hinges rust. No voices, just bird calls punctuating the vacant air: kaka’s morning whistle, kawau’s midnight cries.