Category: Past issues

Local   Eggs She balances the tray of eggs on her fingertips, just like a waiter. She put on weight with the baby and hasn’t lost it. Her thighs bulge between her long striped socks and her tiny shorts.   He is trudging behind her, pushing the buggy. The bags…

Pip Adam Verne Barrett Jane Blaikie Fred Buijn Rachel Bush Mere Chater Navina Clemerson Lynn Davidson Natasha Dennerstein Helen Vivienne Fletcher Penny M. Geddis Carolyn Gillum Alison Glenny Rata Gordon Rob Hack Trish Harris Adrienne Jansen Michael Keith Helen Lehndorf John McTavish Brandon Mehrtens Bill Nelson Vivienne Plumb Maggie Rainey-Smith…

Being and making   I am starting today I will put in here thinking there was confusion about how this would work.   //   We are all special beings building sheds outside of any function. People can be made to work faster but art operates in this way. I…

1.   A man   wanders.   He is confused.   He is found as far away   as New Brighton.   His sons are veterans. His sons are boys. His son is dead.   His wives are dead. His wife   will be in contact with the hospital.  …

1 | 2   red carded                                       (for a not-to-be-named Māori conference)   your nametag is red because you don’t speak your own language it is not enough for you to hold this secret tightly: everyone must know   red like the adulterer’s A marked, branded, tagged for identification upon recapture  …

1 | 2   Layers                                                  Our language is in triplicate: Like those old accounting notebooks With different coloured pages Nestled one on top of the other…

A small boy and a woman   She stood on the platform of the Ohakune railway station with her grandson Chaz, aged nine, waiting for the eleven p.m. train that would take them to Ngaruawahia, a small town on the Main Trunk Line. The train had begun its journey six…

1 | 2 | 3   I thought it was a castle   My once-favourite mountain has come inside The city limits—with its round water reservoir on top. In my kid outings I thought it was a castle, perched Above this suburb. Woods and vaulted hallways, without a trace of…

1 | 2 | 3   Ode to Shelly Beach—, excerpt   Down hill—crane lift—to girders and casement widening . . . Day came and for a while beads still Fall over the bridge, as it runs out on trestle tables.     Soon, A normal day, with the light I don’t…

1 | 2 | 3   The Telegram   The moon sends me Further down the fairway between pine steeples and birches, So the night feels what I pedestrianly understand as ‘soviet’— Drearily stalking leaves. Through phases of the grass : Enclosed in shoelaces; cradled by a sandal until Carpet…