Annie Powell Stone

      dis)connecting do not disturb is a phone setting and a feeling as I set out the evening breeze biting my cheek is an invitation I walk until I remember how to find shapes in clouds until I can smell the sweat on my upper lip until I can really...

Camille McCawley

    Maungawhau Fed up with sitting dormant I shove my legs into compression tights double knot laces and leave the house for the first time in weeks. At the base of Mount Eden I muster the strength to move through its shadow. Pounding against the hard ground...

Elaine Westnott-O’Brien

      Present Good love is not always easy.  It is driving rain and wind A small vessel in stormy seas Drowning Good love is not always hard.  It is melting chocolate in the sun A slow, languorous heat Rising Good love is not always certain. It is a...

Sven Stears

      vii) spray paint                    (Canto from Larger work – PHYLACTERY) accidentally italian again nozzle flecked in tricolore borrowed back                 from the streets of bristol                 and new york grubbier somehow embossed with...

Jade Prince

A Mother’s Love: a contrapuntal Jade Prince is a 21 year old, recent BA English Literature with Creative Writing graduate. Over the last two years, she has fallen in love with constraint and experimental poetry. In particular, she enjoys pairing strange forms...

Emily Rose Galvin

      12.10 At precisely ten minutes past 12am, a poem was written. The location being less precise, we can say that somewhere on this, our dear planet, one poem was birthed. Pushed through crimson, through a prism of metaphor, through cranial channels...