Centennial
Our house backs onto paddocks and on the other side of those paddocks part of Transmission Gully is being constructed. It’s a notorious road. One I can hardly believe is actually being built, having heard about it for as long as I can remember. I see the earthmovers and the hazard bunting during the day, and I’ve got used to the hi-vis workers clearing out the pie warmer in the local dairy, but it’s mostly at night when I feel the road advancing. Lights pulse and flash, machinery growls, and the shouting talk of workers carry across the paddocks.
Currently
after Alistair Te Ariki Campbell They say we are ants. So many humans. They say we are sheep one after another on a hillside. They say we are birds i.e sweethearts. And donkeys and snakes and coots. It’s neat the way we can become so many others in the menagerie with different heads, bodies and […]
Paekākāriki Hill
hunched like a guardian above the village under a full moon silver light like tinsel strewn through the trees a bolt of blue light exploded from the hillside and sped south along the railway line at the creek mouth it made an abrupt 90 degree turn headed towards the island and vanished into the sea […]
Not everyone wears shoes
Erica Julian ponders Paekākāriki’s future and what makes us special. The first in series of stories for Paekakariki.nz by residents on what we will, or could look like in 50 years time.
Children and parents learn te reo Māori together
“Tapawha whero!” yells three-year-old Hana as she proudly points to a red square on a board. She’s playing a game naming colours and shapes at Paekākāriki Playcentre with Whaea Wai Miller who visits the centre each week to help the children and their parents to practise their te reo Māori.