Community Lore

Storytelling and the Law

Welcome to the Community Lore blog, an online magazine that shares stories about the law. But not just any story – your story. Whether it be poetry, short story or long-form essay, we welcome submissions from students, volunteers, lawyers, front-line advocates and aspiring writers everywhere. Send our editor an email:

You Meant to Leave Us

Posted on August 20, 2018

You meant to leave us with nothing.

Thank You To My Nurse

Posted on July 14, 2018

A poem by Rosie Jimson-Healy

I Want My Bike Back

Posted on July 8, 2018

Navigating relationship property? What's yours, what's theirs, what's shared.

Spotlight on: Refugee stories

Posted on July 8, 2018

A collection of recent stories from or about refugees in New Zealand.

Community Law Manual – New edition out now!

Posted on June 18, 2018

The Community Law Manual just gets better and more useful every year, and 2018/19 is no exception. There's a new chapter on Disability Rights, updates to the chapter on Domestic Violence, and new information on things like begging, busking and sleeping rough.

Busking: The unwritten code

Posted on June 15, 2018

The thing about busking is you gotta know where to set up. Location is everything. Don’t bother wasting your time outside a bank, rich people are mean-as, won’t throw you a cent.

Fighting for Justice – Working at Community Law

Posted on June 15, 2018

In my 6 years working at Community Law Wellington and Hutt Valley (CLWHV), the lawyers I have worked with are anything but the vultures described in pop-culture jokes. They are consistently passionate about fighting injustice, driven to get the best for their clients and motivated to ensure everyone in our community understands their rights.

Prince Billy By Michaela Keeble

Posted on June 17, 2017

Billy joins john down in the paddocks at the end of the village. Beyond the paddocks, a swollen stream full of celery weed. Beyond the stream, Whitelock Farm and the national park that fixes the boundaries of the village so it can never grow any bigger. John is in bare feet even though the ground

Afterwork by Michaela Keeble

Posted on June 17, 2017

“As UNHCR refugees the Syrians were entitled to try and bring family members to New Zealand under the family reunification scheme. The workload Miriam shared with four other part-time staff was building.” Miriam got home from work, slipped her key into the lock and dropped her backpack on the floor before properly entering the small

The Flying Rats Part 3 By Michaela Keeble

Posted on June 15, 2017

We play netball every Wednesday. We have a name but no team uniform, unless you count saggy leggings and stained t-shirts as generally unifying elements. We are The Flying Rats, after the pigeons that smother our alley like we’re some kind of inverse Trafalgar Square. We play in the lower grades of Wellington’s lunchtime league. Our

The Flying Rats Part 2 By Michaela Keeble

Posted on June 15, 2017

The alley hangs between two city buildings. One of them is well-maintained and freshly painted, and its owner charges standard city rental to the law firms and accounting practices that rent out its fifteen floors. The other building is old and run down, its landlord – a slum lord – charging cheap rent to the

The Flying Rats Part 1 by Michaela Keeble

Posted on June 15, 2017

Jase sits on a hand-painted stool in the middle of the alley, smoking. Pigeons coo and mingle around him; he doesn’t kick them away. The stool is spectacular, the mottled rainbow creation of one of the artists who works in the community studio upstairs. Jase found it on the roof, toppled over and abandoned, and when

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