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Germaphobe
In this piece, Zen explores their struggles with germaphobia and how that tied into their experience of depression and self loathing.
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A Hopeful Ancestor
For ‘future ANCESTORS’ Jessica Hinerangi T.C reflects upon what kind of ancestor she is right now, what kind her mokopuna will see her as, what kind she would like to be and what kind she will inevitably end up becoming.
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i wonder
Chris Girven wrote this poem after having an existential crisis on their bedroom floor.
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Yes to Everything
Exploring the opportunities opening up to her, Kim Cope Tait says ‘Yes to Everything’ in this bad apple debut.
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like animals.
Jedidiah Vinzon writes of the awkward instance of having to come out in the middle of a romantic rendezvous at home. With the added stress of a conservative family.
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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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Hugo
Josiah Morgan’s friend Hugo once said, “For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to reincarnate as a seagull. Live on a rock with all my friends, squawk shit, fly around, steal peoples chips. That’s gotta be my dream. Can you imagine how great it would feel.” This is a poem about that. Kinda.
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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…
Category: poetry
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
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