Creative Non-fiction

I gaze at the sandstone dancer, impaled for all time. She is nameless, and in this vacant gallery, I might as…

This piece includes graphic depictions of sexual violence that some readers may find distressing.

I want to imagine a bullock cart wending its way in early morning’s light, rolling along a dusty country road…

‘This is My Home. I want to live here and be buried here’ was my aunt’s repeated wish every time…

This suite of essays, brought together by the Commonwealth Foundation, gathers four voices from four islands—each drawn, in their own…

At first, she tried to quiet her pained moans, but the thin sheets of plywood didn’t offer the dignity she…

I stand before the mirror naked, and I suck in my tummy. The top part of my belly, just below…

Today is a beautiful spring day. Light shimmers on the bark of the gum tree opposite our apartment block and…

I have only ever called the police once. I snuck into the living room of my childhood home in Belize…

On a warm August day in 2011, my dad pulled into my driveway on the Lanark Road. I would soon…

The usual beeps and toots emanated from the Boyle’s apparatus, the machine delivering anaesthesia which was at the head of…

There’s a kind of pain that strikes and dies at the speed of a blink. You’ll still feel its sharpness.…

I once did not feel a sense of belonging in Aotearoa. When you belong somewhere, you can plant your feet…

The term ‘freedom of expression’ is bandied about so much that we often forget that it is not a political…

Later, I hear feathers rustle inside  as annapakshis stomp along the border,  protesting in endless circles.  -- ‘Birds at the…

Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and…