Three girls at a table in the Market Bar with an overpriced jug of sangria. / Sometimes words are enough. Sometimes memory isn’t.
Author: Tate Fountain
is a writer, director, actor, and academic, currently studying at the University of Auckland. Her work has been published most recently in Starling, The Niche, and on NZ Poetry Shelf. She likes abstract art, the Paddington movies, and getting caught in the rain.
Moth Hour – Anne Kennedy
I am often concerned by the use of deaths as openers, and about the ethics of condensing the entirety of a person’s life into a soundbite, into an enticing introductory hook.