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Pluto Rennie (he/they/she)  Last night I realised I can see the moon through the gap in my curtains.  She was bright,  almost complete, ...

Elliot Melville  Every song has become yours. Every melody, every lyric, every brushstroke of every painting, every street sign; the...

Te Urukeiha Tuhua (he/him; Tūhoe)  Maurice rummaged through the boxes that had been discarded and forgotten in the back of his closet,...

Lucy McCorkindale (she/her)  His unbending hands aren’t good with buttons, so I undress the both of us. He lifts his heavy arms to the...

Bram Casey (he/him)  under skylight in black underwear  nobody knows me like i do  in my head plays  a shaky digi-cam video of the full...

Jackson McCarthy (he/him) One of the first times I had my poetry published, I was paid seventy dollars. Corey asked me what that would...

Teddy (he/it/ia; Ngāpuhi)  Whether you’re new to Wellington or you’ve been here for a few years like me, you can’t deny that the Fringe...