Category: Past issues

  • EMMA GILKISON

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    Phoebe   Phoebeebeebee, Phoebalicious, Phoebershire, your name invites my tongue up on trapezes.   I watch as you fly onto the dusty family mantelpiece sparkle it up, a diamante in our midst, a stud on your nose.   Have I ever thanked you for that generosity? For your willingness to…

  • EMELIHTER KIHLENG

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    star language   you are now an usu one of the brightest my eyes squint to see you nanmadau o beyond the reef   you were fearless you men of the ocean usually are trusting the currents, wind, birds smell of the rain schools of fish comforted by danger home…

  • ELIZABETH COLEMAN

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    He kept saying luscious   New grass. His mother’s churned butter.   So many tuis with no space between. Tasty wood pigeon.   His crumpled old mouth pushing wet words out.   Again: His mother’s churned butter. New grass.       Contents | Previous Author | Next Author | About this Author

  • CONNIE PALMER

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    The Scar   He walked into the classroom scuff freckles, tough, lichen rock, and Beatle boots.  The radio played ‘I Want to Hold Your Hand’. He was ten going on Lennon; I was mesmerised at once. At twelve he lost my signet ring.  I announced in class, ‘I do not…

  • AMBER ESAU

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    Hey Tiki!   Hard and cool you remain f/rigid against my soft expanding touch     It’s always been your style to make hearts wince Fuck off Bro you carry me around a trophy show off to your friends I chose well hunter eyes    shark sharp mouth    mark of a warrior but…

  • ALYS TITCHENER

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    Reading poetry to my boyfriend   There’s more space than mass I suppose the wind likes that ratio Otherwise it wouldn’t move …   There’s more space than mass? Well, you need to have an inertia balance Hang on… let me… Mass always stays the same Weight changes relative to…

  • TERESIA TEAIWA

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    1 | 2 | 3   Dyed in Paru   ‘Kahu Ora’ makes me think of Blanket Man. It makes me think of Ben.   Ben Hana braved streets paved with cold; drunks drunker than him; histories untold.   At his tangi in Waitangi Park, his coffin was bare. It was bare.  …

  • TERESIA TEAIWA

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    1 | 2 | 3   Makariri   ‘It not only gives me warmth outside but I feel very warm inside.’ – Kūkupa Tirikatene   1.   They said this country would be cold. So cold my arse would freeze on the seat.   2.   My husband’s brother asked me, ‘Why?…

  • TERESIA TEAIWA

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    1 | 2 | 3   Draft Manifesto for a Feminist Asthmatic in Aotearoa   For so long a feminist e Hineahuone Like the air that I breathe Tihei mauri ora!   Feminism had become e Hineahuone Something I could take for granted Tihei mauri ora!   This year I was diagnosed Tihei…

  • STAN GALLOWAY

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    Dance, Nora, Dance   Dance, Nora, dance! Life of the party importing your coconut macaroons, permafrost white, sweet morsel from far away, hidden in wrappers – you carried back more than a husband.   Dance, Nora, dance! Norwegian dance (hardly!) kicking demurely, toes trotting, half-gliding, feet skipping steadily, hopping invisible…