Hitchhiking

Twizel felt homey and quaint like the small rural towns spread along the eastern coast of the North Island. With only one Four Square supermarket in the Town Centre, one hostel, and other small...

The morning sky poked up over the lake with a blink of dim light and at 5 AM I found myself inebriated, patting every pant pocket, shuffling through my frayed jacket, and searching frantically...

I stood right outside Tologa Bay by the only shoulder in the shade, flexing my thumb as minimal traffic whizzed by along highway 35 around the eastern coast. A black sports car screeched to...

Hitchhiking Whanganui I held my sign firmly, peeking up at the dreariness weeping above in swirls of gray, hoping for a lift out of the last stretch of Whanganui before desolation. The gas station produced...

I spent months fighting my nihilist shadow, depleting me of my strength, clouding my thoughts, and judgment, a complete undertaking of my happiness. In those months, the sun never quite poked out from behind...