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Three poems © Wen-Juenn Lee2017 SpringT3BOOKS

Three poems

You old swaggie (with a nod to R. A. K. Mason)   You’re constantly coming down the metalled road past the bluegums.   There’s that old swaggie, Mum says. She’s looking out   the kitchen window. He comes round every year   looking for odd jobs on the farms. Worn…
John Adams
November 18, 2017
Till © Gina Cole2017 SpringT3BOOKS

Till

He fell into a blue world. He’d been collecting ice samples with the team, gingerly making his way across the glacier, prodding the snow in front of him with an ice axe to check its solidity before taking a step. The other researchers followed behind him, descending a gentle slope…
Gina Cole
November 18, 2017
Wings 2017 SpringT3STORIES

Wings

My father offered to drive me to the Interschool Cultural Festival where I had been semi-coerced into performing as a ‘Riverdancer’. This was not the sort of duty Dad usually took time off for. The last time he attended anything school-related was a soccer game back in fourth form when…
Di Starrenburg
November 17, 2017
Habits © Kevin Rabalais2017 SpringT3STORIES

Habits

It was the end of feijoa season when it first occurred to Keira she’d have to break up with Jesse. They sat at a table outside Verona—opposite Josh and Simran and Omar—drinking hot toddies and sharing a bowl of chips before Omar’s gig at Wine Cellar. Jesse mentioned,in passing—as anything…
​Amanda Jane Robinson
November 17, 2017
Inside the Walls © Alice Karetai2017 SpringT3STORIES

Inside the Walls

Trev’s sneakers beat the black road. At the corner, a large flame tree brandished torch-like blooms, signaling the beginning of the final climb. His wrist showed 8:29am. To the left, the dark green kanuka of the reserve spread down the bowl of the valley. Houses lined the road in neat,…
Alice Karetai
November 17, 2017
Auckland Shorts © Kevin Rabalais2017 SpringT3SHORTS

Auckland Shorts

On Titirangi Road my grandfather’s dog was squashed dead. My grandfather hiked dry-eyed up the drive, and scraped her off the concrete. He said that he knew this would happen. Cars hurl angry along the street’s arc, and thin footpaths cower by the roadside, often vanishing, alternating sides, forcing pedestrians…
Hebe Kearney
November 9, 2017
Auckland Shorts © Kevin Rabalais2017 SpringT3SHORTS

Auckland Shorts

K Road is tinselled with grey wiring. Like hair, it splits off, tacked to the paint-stiff facades that are strung along the Karangahape Ridge like braces at the mouth of the CBD. It was Te Ara o Karangahape, a trail, then a street; dust paved over, then all at once,…
Florence Esson
November 9, 2017
Auckland Shorts © Kevin Rabalais2017 SpringT3SHORTS

Auckland Shorts

You start with the gannets. You have to start with the gannets. From the moment you arrive at Muriwai Beach and gaze at the rugged west coast, these white, long-winged seabirds fill you with awe. You admire their streamlined shapes, their pointed, black-tipped wings that span up to two metres,…
Tom Romeo
November 7, 2017