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 This bread is my bodyPersonal deconstruction of evangelicalism where there is still a craving for the intimacy of connection, who decides a bar can’t serve as the temple, and the laying on of hands has to be religious? 
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 Trixie and Katya Live: A night of kookiness, costumes, and Klarma.After two long years with dates pushed out and pushed out again Trixie Mattel and Katya Zamolodchikova finally arrived in Pōneke. Kat wasn’t going to miss the chance to finally see them live. 
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 Scarecrow SeasonLet your pretenses unfurl line by line in this disarming poem by new featured writer Casey Lucas. 
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 ĀniwaniwaFlatmate free amidst shifting lockdown levels, Rua finds a friend for the night. Bathed in the moonglow, the two men find a connection. 
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 Mahuika as a boyMahuika appears at the moment when desire is stifled in a new poem by Jackson McCarthy. Stray too far and you’ll freeze, come too close and you’ll get burned. 
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 awakeFind love in all the nooks and crannies of your friendships. Soak in that love like it’s the first rays of sun after an especially long and cold winter. 
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 HauntingLosing a love can become a small death. In the time after, that residual love can become a haunting. 
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 untitled voicemailHello. I’m unable to come to the phone right now. Leave your name and number, and I’ll return your call as soon as I’m free. Thank you. 
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 it is now safe to turn off your computerPreparing to configure poem. 77% complete. Do not turn off your computer. D̶̞̔o̸̙͛ ̷̛̹͐n̵̨̼̄̅ó̴͍̩t̶̤͐ ̶̹̾͜t̶̯̱̑͂ụ̶͝r̵̢̳̃ň̶̨ ̴̪̅ő̶̰͍f̶̣͂͠f̴̰̔̽ ̴̧̅ÿ̴̢́ŏ̸̭̩u̵͙̎͑ͅr̷͓͉͛ ̶̛̤͔̈́c̶̡̿o̸͕̫̓̇m̶̝͈͗p̵͆ͅù̶͔̺t̷̗̩̎ẽ̸̞̰r̷͈̍̾.̷͍̅͂ 
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 small thingAs if tempted by a bottle marked “Drink Me”, Francis Aschoff shrinks. Shrinks so small, small enough to be popped in a pocket and carried on home. 



