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May 121 min readPoetry/ProseOctopuses Holding Glow Sticks. Kermit Winona Scientists gave octopuses MDMA, just to see. You see, they hate each other. The octopuses, I mean. They just really,...
Apr 144 min readArts & CultureOn David Ballantyne Jackson McCarthy (he/him; Ngāpuhi, Ngāti Tamaterā, Ngāti Hako) Driving through beautiful tree-lined Tāhuna streets this March, in the...
Apr 141 min readArts & Culture[I am tī kōuka]Ahinata Kaitai-Mullane (she/her; Kāi Tahu, Kāti Māmoe, Waitaha) I am tī kōuka. We are. I can’t decide which. Perhaps it’s both at...
Apr 143 min readArts & CulturePizza Delivery Aroha Witinitara (they/them) I’m walking home after a long day at uni. It's 6pm and it's winter so it feels like the middle of the...
Mar 319 min readArts & CultureButterfliesIzzy Christie I don’t want to be happy. At least that’s what I tell myself. My heart beats behind the cotton wool of my jumper at the...