Published in Overland Issue 219 Winter 2015 · Uncategorized Fruit bowl Tulia Thompson Here, in the first world in the North, We buy a fruit bowl woven out of cane for CAD$8.00 at a fair trade store I imagine it full of mangoes, oranges and bananas poised on the table still life evoking plentitude. You carry it on the bus jostling against your hip when we stop for lunch in Chinatown you leave it behind at the sushi place where a pony-tailed girl brings a porcelain tray of raw tuna for CAD$1.90. You travel back to claim it two buses and a walk in the hot June streets. Finally on the table, the fruit bowl tips drowsily to one side under the uneven weight of five Californian oranges. Tulia Thompson Tulia Thompson is of Fijian, Tongan and Pākehā descent. She has a masters in creative writing from the University of Auckland. She is published in Niu Voices: Contemporary Pacific Fiction 1 and Blackmail Press. Her young adult novel Josefa and the Vu was published by Huia in 2007. She blogs about social justice at www.tuliathompson.wordpress.com. More by Tulia Thompson › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays First published in Overland Issue 228 10 December 2023 · the arts A call to action from Creatives for Palestine Creatives for Palestine We are the artists, producers, front of house staff, audiences & beyond who keep this industry alive. We’re here, unified in ‘Australia’, a colonised country built on the genocide and dispossession of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples. We stand in solidarity with the Palestinian people in their struggle for liberation from colonialism, apartheid & […] First published in Overland Issue 228 8 December 2023 · Fiction Fiction | The Victims Emma Jayne Willson Every morning I checked the Director’s calendar to ensure there were no meeting clashes, no opportunity for her polished façade to slip. Once I’d made the mistake of booking two meetings without leaving ten minutes between them, thus forcing her to run across the sprawling campus. She arrived late for her meeting with the Provost, […]
