Guileless

Guileless

Lunch arrived, set down with much anticipation on the brand-new table. A large bowl of steamed rice sat at the centre of the assortment, surrounded by numerous colourful side dishes. A plate of cellophane noodles, fried with tofu and vegetables, sat beside a fragrant...
Tupua

Tupua

Some years ago, never mind how many exactly, my Grandmother and I took two planes and a boat back to Niue, the island of her birth. It was a particularly humid February that year we returned, and Avatele, the village in which she had spent a by-all-accounts blissful...
The Box in the River

The Box in the River

When I was young, my father worked as a surveyor for the local town planning committee. The Sarae river’s only bridge was a rickety, narrow development made of wood and hand-twined rope. In olden times, the bridge served well enough for a small town populated by...