top of page
Search

The mouth of the fish

  • Writer: Amanda Riddell
    Amanda Riddell
  • Sep 24, 2024
  • 1 min read

the mist rolled over the moors of the long white cloud, near the mouth of the fish, giving one a moment's pause. colonial symbols built on land reclaimed from the harbour during the industrial age. 50 years before they decided to add sewers. Then came the motorway, built in the place of an urupa In the 1970's.


now, the town is in the doldrums waiting for another Māui to pull another fish from the sea.


looks like they'll be waiting a while yet... Amanda Riddell, September 2024



Recent Posts

See All
Legislating For Yesterday

Deciding which biscuit crumbs Fall from their table scraps into our laps. Deciding which thumbs Are supporting the pen That signs the documents. Sermonising speeches, Dehumanised grief: A parade of co

 
 
 
Sunrise

Sitting on a rock After spending all night tripping: There with my lover. I'm sick of mothering you; Too afraid of othering you. Nothing left to discover. Gazing at the Moai statue... Sunrise: You

 
 
 

Comments

bottom of page