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In a Dunedin loft we paint oceans
Jessica Hinerangi offers forth this poetic response to the Mana Wāhine workshop run by Savannah Kerekere and Michael-Lydia Winiana for Dunedin Fringe Festival 2024.
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Jodie Comer Reads a Love Letter from Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf
This villanelle from Mary Craigg is for everyone. From the people who enjoy reading horny letters between long-dead Modernists, to those left aggrieved by that terrible ending to ‘Killing Eve’.
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Possibilism
In this poem remembering a tramping trip in the South Island, Anthony Baker writes about meeting someone and feeling a whole world open up.
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Centurian (2023)
In this poem, Jason Lingard recalls a trip to a gay sauna that is both passionate and a bit awkward.
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Everywhere I go I leave little piles of sand
That was the summer we all got sickgutters flooded with wattle and pine I lived in constant readiness to see a sea lionstraining to sight the waves from my deckstayed up too late sucking the heat from the wallsthank godyou can look at the moon without being blinded I remember the Garden of Edenand life
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This is not about Chilli and Wendy from Bluey
A poem from Natasha Hope-Johnstone about sapphic yearning and rage at 2:00 pm on a Saturday while drinking tea somewhere in the suburbs of Meanjin/Brisbane.
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*Bigots in Training
Wondering if we have ever been truly free in play, olive (blyth) looks at the genealogy of ideology.
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I Know How to Enter A Conversation
The world comes into view in minor and the major in this bad apple debut from Ella Quarmby.
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At the time, pure agony
Brooke Soulsby recalls an instance of great confusion between romantic and platonic feelings. Possibly a consequence of reading too many problematic YA romance plots from the early 2010s? She is grateful for a fully formed prefrontal cortex.
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LUCKY STAR
From Loretta Riach, ‘Lucky Star’ is a devotional poem to the enduring effects of watching Alien (1979) for the first time in year twelve media studies. Also: Sigourney Weaver in her undies.



