Suspend yourself in the sombre waves of this sapphic poetry.
Personal 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?
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.
Let your pretenses unfurl line by line in this disarming poem by new featured writer Casey Lucas.
Flatmate free amidst shifting lockdown levels, Rua finds a friend for the night. Bathed in the moonglow, the two men find a connection.
If you don’t think about a task, it doesn’t need to be done. Nothing exists until it is perceived. Fold your t-shirts, rhys feeney.
Mahuika 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.
Find 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.
Losing a love can become a small death. In the time after, that residual love can become a haunting.
Hello. 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.
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
Help keep the lights on.