Michael Mintrom



At the Grave of Te Mānihera, Tokaanu

Dawn light catches steam mist rising through tree and bush, floating over front lawns, vacant lots. We wait for the ski rental place to open. The korimako and tui make morning song. By sailing ship, by foot Te Mānihera, you …

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Ars Poetica, St Kilda

Every Bohemia needs its poets. Take your time, find your groove, follow the lines of those Art Deco beauties. Aloe trees, strange and lovely, flourish here. The Espy’s cocktails, sex and sweat could see you in debt, or chains. Let …

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The Zeitgeist

The night we arrived the porter announced a body floating in the swimming pool. It was humid, we’d hoped to dive in. At ice cream parlours the mood was vibrant, different from the sad old bourse. The news channels delivered …

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