O, poetry! O, Helen Heath!
Paekākāriki poet, Helen Heath, just won big time at the Ockham New Zealand Book Awards for her poetry collection, Are Friends Electric? Here she chats to two other local poets, Maria McMillan and daughter Lily McMillan.
Run rabbit
circa 2013 The clocks in Kerrin’s kitchen layerin a syncopated tic-tic, toc-tocand when she sets the kitchen timerthe third layer is a running stitch oftictictictictictictictictictic filling the whole room and Gordon rattleswhen he walks. At the Nurse Maude Hospiceshop we are hunting for foxes, deer, andrabbits. I sing ‘Run rabbit’ and Kerrin runs outof the tilting […]
A restless person’s guide to a walking meditation
I am restless by nature. There. A confession. Undeniably a deficit in my character. FOMO at its worst.
How does your sun?
In Alison Holst’s sunset the sea creams like butter wind serrates the shallowson the earth’s warm crust For Daniel Vettori, the sun dips over a shimmering pitch knocks out distant island stumps spins on towards the clouds As the sun sets for Mel Gibson Barocca slips into blue Tequila fizzes like a wave retreating the […]
The return
And again I see the long pouring headland,And smoking coast with the sea high on the rocksThe gulls flung from the sea, the dark wooded hillsSwarming with mist, and mist low on the sea. And on the surf-loud beach the long spent hulksThe mats and splintered masts, the fires kindledOn the wet sand, and men […]
Welcome
I was going down the wooden steps onto the beachon a fine early spring day and there they wereto meet me, Bill, Rach and Elsa,standing on the tide-‐line waving out. I was wearing an orange jacket. Elsawas in her grandpa’s arms and when she saw mecoming out of nowhere her grin was brilliantwith recognition and […]
For Preservation
Jenny Clark writes about the heritage of our Paekākāriki buildings and the merit in saving them
Meet the locals #3
Meet Suzie, Anna-Maria & Margaret
The white bridge
In February 2018 the huge tides caused by Cyclone Gita surged into the mouth of the Wainui Stream, taking part of The White Bridge with them. The rest of the bridge soon followed; machines stripping it down to its raw parts to be scavenged for souvenirs. That bridge was a Paekākāriki icon, a photogenic feature […]