Tag: NPD

  • Icebreaker

    Icebreaker

    Coco seeks to break the ice and find what lies beneath the surface. “I like the raw relief of the skies spit – I don’t like exhaust melting down my spine.”

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  • AN EARRING

    AN EARRING

    A butterfly clasp sits on the bedside table. Fluttering out from where it’s supposed to be and whispering the secrets it learned on the back of a lobe.

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  • Action potential

    Action potential

    “I woke up from a very sweet—but also wildly revealing—dream with a gah in my larynx. Dreams, non-lexical utterances and brain analogies seem to be my primary modes of expression/discernment at the moment, especially when it comes to love. I’d rather just kiss them.”

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  • I am Drunk at Soul Shack Again

    I am Drunk at Soul Shack Again

    “You get asked why so many of your poems end that way. And you’re like, ‘oh, am I the vore girl? Is that my thing now?’ “

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  • Rinse and repeat

    Rinse and repeat

    Taking inspiration from the line “rinse and repeat” in Tayi Tibble’s poem ‘In the 1960s an Influx of Māori Women’, Grace feels the hopelessness of life’s repititious activities, and the silliness of shrugging of life’s awfulness and getting on with it anyway.

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  • Physics Fun Facts

    Physics Fun Facts

    “When my senses collude with the laws of the universe to deceive me, what can I place my faith in?”

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  • Lost at Sea

    Lost at Sea

    Suspend yourself in the sombre waves of this sapphic poetry.

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  • Mitch

    Mitch

    Borne from the process of grief and coming to terms with the loss of a close friend, Mik visualises what his passing felt like, and sends him off with well-wishes.

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  • Aortic Aneurysm

    Aortic Aneurysm

    Love flows through the arteries and veins of Terin’s poem. Written for first anniversary of their mother’s sudden and wholly unexpected death, wrestling with the gap and the gifts she left behind.

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  • This bread is my body

    This bread is my body

    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?

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