If you’re not reading Ideologically Impure, you should be. Written by the self-proclaimed ‘Lefty, feminist, Wellingtonian, philologist, geek, willing tequila-drinker, and rejecter of labels,’ our own Queen of Thorns, it’s Continue Reading →
Sometimes I go for a walk in the afternoons, when the rain is still dripping from branches and letterboxes and the clouds on the hills look empty While I wander, Continue Reading →
I love reading poetry. Poetry makes me remember to breathe when everything is dark. Poetry slides my heart delicately from beneath my skin and stabs it bleeding onto the page. Continue Reading →
(The edited version of ‘Today’) Today I am a key hole Today I am a green shard of polished glass on the shore at Day’s Bay Today I am a Continue Reading →
We left the world behind and followed the poet through the rain To hunker in the concrete bunker beneath the vineyard And watch Bill read with water dripping off his Continue Reading →
It was treasure That dive, that day May 12 1999 The True Star looming, listing on its side Barely recognisable, covered in the growing houses of fish The porcelain on Continue Reading →
I don’t feel very strong, so it always amazes me when people ask me where I get my strength from. The same with courage. I don’t feel brave. I feel Continue Reading →
When I started writing I was doing it to process what I had been through, what I was going through. Then I was doing it because I thought it was Continue Reading →
Just for a project, I decided to try writing a rap song. —– It’s not my brain it’s just chemical warfare / it’s pouring acid rain running til it’s all Continue Reading →
I can’t take all the credit for this one. There was really a man, and he really did tell me this story. Drunk on crimes of passion, and the Continue Reading →