Salient Magazine

Susannah Crawford In the dining room of my family home in Christchurch, a black‑and‑white photograph hangs on the wall. Four men stand on an icy Himalayan ridge, their tents pitched on what looks like a forty‑five‑degree slope. The ridge is on Thamserku—a steep, fluted giant rising 6608 metres above the Khumbu in Nepal. Every Everest Base Camp trekker sees its dramatic profile from Namche Bazaar, but almost none will ever stand on its summit. Only six confirmed ascents have been made. On 4...

NEZOLIKA It’s in being so luck-drunk That we fall to the ground And don’t know pain (We’ll know it tomorrow, but) Now we’re back on our spines On the grass outside, And there’s dew sopping into Our tees and to our skin, but It’s dry out and you hung your clothes out on the line To dry too, I flip the calendar to June, 2 weeks, 3 days late, but I’ll leave my sinuses out to dry too, And let my unfeeling fingertips grip And leave those half moons. And drink your coffee even though it’s cold now....

Dear dating diary, As we come towards the end of the year (and my final Salient article eek!!!), it only feels fitting to reflect on the past year of my life. A lot has happened and I have certainly grown as a person. I have found out a lot about myself and what dating means to me, which has been tough but incredibly enlightening overall. There have also been a few stories that I haven’t had the opportunity to tell through this column. SO, without further ado, here are some of the epic...