History – Ioana Yule Manoa

History – Ioana Yule Manoa

History (Inspired by Tomaž Šalamun’s poem, ‘History’)   Ioana is a queen knocked off the checkers by a pawn. She sleeps by day and walks by night, the nightcrawler, blue and mysterious. She is Mystique, shapeshifting, people don’t recognise her. Ioana rides Northland’s asphalt waves, splashing tar, carving far. Sandy...
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The PWF – Kassandra Wang

The PWF – Kassandra Wang

The PWF   when i told them about the Pretty White Friend they were delighted and frightened. justifiably beguiled. mother hush-hushes as i splash streaks of salty sea things and smile. for lost communication, beam – for foreign shapes on tongues, where i bask in jarred alfredo, ‘hope you am enjoying some dinners, dear’ over...
How much is too much for remembering? – Anh Tang

How much is too much for remembering? – Anh Tang

How much is too much for remembering?   How much is too much for remembering? You know the grief when the river flow wiped off the rice paddies – all dead The afternoon smoke flew away as they burned the rice stubble afterwards There, the neighbour boy caught the fishes shut them in a jar...
The Universe – Mira Karunanidhi

The Universe – Mira Karunanidhi

The Universe   we once had a conversation about the universe and i told you i like to think that space is infinite that it has no beginning middle or end but like most things it has to end somewhere in the same way i like to think that our love is infinite too it...
It’s 2016 – Zhouai Wang

It’s 2016 – Zhouai Wang

It’s 2016   An hour earlier a woman shoves a girl painted black, white, and purple down with the butt of her flagpole and with spit flying she screams a history lesson: you’ve got a lot to learn. It’s a community made up of the invisible fighting to hold funeral marches. Honey, you’re naïve for...
Inside out – Nina Richardson

Inside out – Nina Richardson

Inside out   i cut my finger today, quite by accident sliced it open sliverquick the piece of grin-glinting glass lying in the sink the blood bloomed jubilant from the curling furls of my fingertip you’re alive! it dripped look at all this oxygen this steaming red-hot rush slickening your veins, making your bones hum...
King Country – Eva Poland

King Country – Eva Poland

King Country   Deep within the King Country Papatūānuku’s skin is an ocean of copper and gold egg yolk and fish fingers – Pollock on steroids in summer. Shards of our mother’s broken bones break like waves from the surface of the earth forming barricades on which Tāne’s warriors stand row upon row they pull...
The last real home is you – Lily Van Buskirk

The last real home is you – Lily Van Buskirk

The last real home is you   There’s a virus on my foot I put acid on it overnight to burn it off A tree on my street got a virus They cut it down and made a car park and a brown ring of grass like a halo I thought time had left me...
Indian Wedding – Caleb Morgan

Indian Wedding – Caleb Morgan

Indian Wedding   her sequin-covered sari dances in the sunlight she twirls to the native sounds of Mumbai the sounds that changed her childhood the quiet drone of bicycles and motorbikes now an array of horns and engines in the midst of the ceremony a wine bottle shatters once an innocent accident now a warning...
The Girl Sitting Next To Me – Jamie McKenzie

The Girl Sitting Next To Me – Jamie McKenzie

The Girl Sitting Next To Me   In high school they try to teach us, about Algebra, the Second World War and Market Equilibrium. But I’ve learnt more from the girl sitting next to me, than anything I’ve ever read from a textbook. The girl sitting next me, constantly checks a blank screen. A burning...