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Pohewa
Poetry finds new form on bad apple through this te reo Māori contribution from Haukupu. Using religious iconography, they play with dialogical form in this piece, ‘Pohewa’, meaning ‘Delusions’.
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Out of the Ashes
On Thursday 15 September, queer folks converged at the National Library to celebrate 30 years of resistance with LAGANZ, and enjoy the launch of the latest issue of The Archive is Alive zine. Erin Ramsay writes of their experience of the evening.
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We’re All Made of Lightning by Khadro Mohamed
“If this book were fire, I would burn myself on it daily.” Harold reviews Khadro Mohamed’s poetry collection ‘We’re All Made of Lightning’. Putting in words feelings they’ve returned to repeatedly since first reading the collection.
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Gay Death Stocktake — A Review
Life ends at 30 for a gay man. Nathan Joe’s latest production, ‘Gay Death Stocktake’ explores this old myth in an unrehearsed, directorless exploration of life past 30 with a different queer man on stage each night.
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Silo Theatre’s ‘The Writer’ — A Review
Swallowed whole by Q Theatre’s Rangatira, Tate Fountain experiences the Silo Theatre premiere performance of Ella Hickson’s ‘The Writer’. Like a lady on fire, she paints a portrait of the evening.
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Beyond the Proscenium Arch
On an unassuming winter night in Tāmaki, Alex de Vries finds himself in a former local board office in Morningside to experience a reading of ‘Leaning Left’ by Sam Brooks. He left hopeful of local theatre’s ability to embrace flexibility in a volatile mid-COVID world.
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the notes app is the real window to the soul
Open Kate’s notes app and explore what they’ve jotted down in sporadic moments of record keeping.
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E4E (she’s so masc)
Boundaries of masculinity and femininity, domesticity and disarray blend in this poem of friendship.
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afforest
Concrete facades crumble, vines reach out and roots find purchase in the breaks between harold’s stanzas.
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you’ve crept into everything!
Holly Rowsell laments on the curvature of citrus fruits, the taste of coconut water and the smell of an old friend’s letters.
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
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