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    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...

      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...

      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...

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 with...

      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...

      Timing I’m growing as slowly as             Pangea broke             apart invisibly, but                                                        Colossally I won’t be recognisable, save for the jagged                           edges of 2 lives...

      Topple The Statue On the statue of Henry Dundas on the column in St Andrews Square, Edinburgh It will fall Left Onto George Street It will crush 3 cars There will be no fatalities The column will lie for 300 years The buses will be redirected...

      Moongirl menstruates moongirl, plump and gibbous as a bee shiny pollen bleeding silver down her starwhite moongirl, shimmering gymnast each luminous clot a tumbling planet moongirl, astride basks in the glory of her deep silver moongirl,  whispers...

      body where does all the dirt come from? I’m scared my dentist will say something is wrong I’m into skincare now over the hump of acne years everyone tells me to drink more water even the girls who have never had a spot swear by it my foot is...

      The Balance Now is not the time for Grandiloquence. Now is not the time To gorge on suppositions, Weigh alleged propositions Or become trapped in the miasma Of the imaginary. No. Now is the time To ascertain How much time alone is too much And how...

      The frog’s princess I’ll start my story with the sad prologue of my ball sinking in the palace lake and being rescued by a talking frog. I thought I was dreaming, though I was awake, when he offered to retrieve my precious ball: a speedy dive is...

      Frost Moon The frost moon, herald of winter rises over sea, slack before it heaves and turns true north, back to Arctic. On this shore I give it a fistful of sand, ask that I will hold fast, as fragments of crab, razor clam and glass sift between...

      Another Me From The Heavens If blue is namely white and black is namely red and gold is transparent as crystal and light makes the soul smile forgetting the sun moon and stars and you were filled with wisdom, drunk for thousands of years and back...

      Giraffes It’s the way the dark between stars is filled with light that may never reach us. It’s the way our local Running Man is accompanied by his imaginary friend who keeps up a lively conversation. It’s the way my one-year-old grandson looks at...

      Déjà Vu   Once more I'm caught on the sly hook of your voice and hauled out gasping into a toxic world. Lifetimes billow and vanish like haunted clouds: I race through the woods, but your word-arrows find me; I soar overhead, you shoot me...

      Doctrinal Shuffle In the nakedness of civic planning a few secular aims overwhelm whatever any god could have deemed the key components of human subsistence— none of us knew what was coming next, not being privy to the lofty paper-pushing that...

      PHEW! WHAT A SCORCHER Headlines regurgitate last year’s “hottest since whenever” claims, two-page spreads bulked out with photos of lolly-guzzling toddlers, sun-worshippers already reddened and some TikTok wannabe in a string bikini. Meanwhile,...