Oct 91 min readPoetry/ProseTue, 8:41p.m. For Ali It was something about it, Just sitting there — cat curled into a comma against my thighs, fridge humming softly in the...
Oct 91 min readPoetry/ProseLove Strands A dove wisp daydream – in the reflective space of sweat and tears. A strand of hair tied around your pinkie toe murmurs "hello...
Jul 141 min readArts & CultureEmbellishments all of Her own. By Quinn Cassidy (they/he/she), Te Arawa The sun sees her as I do. Adorning her with freckles, Gifted upon her knees. Her...
Jul 142 min readArts & CultureFather and SonBy Vin Mahadevan If there’s one thing my father and I have in common, it’s that we’re both addicted to putting fags in our mouths. Every...
Jul 75 min readArts & CultureThe Bunkbed By B. I. Godson In those days Brother Jean-Baptiste had no doubts about God. There on the top bunk, the balls of his feet pressed through...
May 261 min readPoetry/ProseLust Is In The Eye Of The Prompt WriterKermit Winona Chat GPT — take my seed. Spread your legs.png and painlessly bear the generated slop messiah. Praise be, praise be to...
May 121 min readPoetry/ProseHunter/Gatherer Joshua Toumu’a (he/him) Once again, I have looked upon Desire like the sun and they left a lavender bag of themself in my pillowcase. I...
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 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...
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...
Mar 311 min readArts & CultureMoonkissedPluto Rennie (he/they/she) Last night I realised I can see the moon through the gap in my curtains. She was bright, almost complete, ...
Mar 311 min readArts & CultureMuseElliot Melville Every song has become yours. Every melody, every lyric, every brushstroke of every painting, every street sign; the...