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Stitches – Tessie Rose Poutai Tipene

Stitches – Tessie Rose Poutai Tipene

Stitches   Mum’s stitches colour me like dark crayons striking paper. My beautiful mum’s stitches find me on rainy days I tried to hide. Broken vase upon a cold tile sorry Mum Mum I’ll be better than the little girl I was last week. I need fixing, stitches stitches you say will hold me together...
Circles – Logan McAllister

Circles – Logan McAllister

Circles   Yelling and singing in the dark, riding in circles in the park. One of the best nights of my life, spent with boys I know and love. Feeling we could take on the world. Making the glorious pilgrimage to the fast-food joint that serves all night. I’m riding Andre’s brother’s bike. He rode...
The Gift – Anna Doak

The Gift – Anna Doak

The Gift i.m. Mum 1962 – 2017 Mother we made a wishing well together with the sinners. We peeled back their resentment and gifted their hearts to the stars. You and I constructed the shape of God’s entrance the patchwork of our bond and your love for notre famille uni, our united family. The sound...
“The Astrophysicist and the Mathematician” – Hannah Wetzel

“The Astrophysicist and the Mathematician” – Hannah Wetzel

“The Astrophysicist and the Mathematician”   If somehow stars were landmarks, and the universe an old gambling town Mercury is the motel we always drove past but never stayed in I like to think of the way that trees grow, and how we all decompose into nothing but the soil – but most of the...
ALRIGHT – Emily Rais

ALRIGHT – Emily Rais

ALRIGHT   We wrapped around a street lamp; like a gift all bow-covered and taped neat on the edges, we turned its light to darkness. Maybe we’d been drinking. The lights perhaps were a little too blurry, pulsing and winking like live things. I was distracted but then it wasn’t me behind the wheel, pedal...
Dad – Katie Rata Gotlieb

Dad – Katie Rata Gotlieb

Dad   He is laughing maniacally, words twisting out of his mouth, winding together creating utter nonsense. His head is thrown back, his eyes glaze over, the car drifts, speeds, swerves. he becomes quiet, head tilted away from me, staring out the window at god knows what. I coax him towards home. I couldn’t leave...
String Theory – Piper Whitehead

String Theory – Piper Whitehead

String Theory   ●   I don’t know very much about physics, but here’s everything I know about string theory, more or less. And a bit about some other things I know, as well. ● The first thing I ever learned about string theory was that it was made up to tie all of our...
Tauranga – Antonia Smith

Tauranga – Antonia Smith

Tauranga   Laura’s mum’s friend is wasted she is slow-moving-glassy-eyed wasted we are babysitting her daughter, Danielle after, beside the milky, milky pool tilted away from the many-splendoured street lamp the stars are so pretty, very very pretty and we are laughing laughing Laura’s head drops right down between the two wicker pool-chairs in the...
Three views of the Rakaia – Millie Hulme

Three views of the Rakaia – Millie Hulme

Three views of the Rakaia   1 I swim up the snow-fed braided river of Rakaia. Unstable shingle bed, never still. Glacier-fed, silt the colour of spring melt. I make my annual sea run. Held in suspension but moving. Never stopping. Pain throbs and pulses in my head. Not a sharp pain, more of a...