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Creative Writing

September 11, 2018

An abundance of nature and culture are the first things to spring to mind The land of the long white cloud has left colonisation far behind If we say ‘bicultural’ loud enough maybe it will ring true, this time And we will all forget that to this day the Crown fails to uphold the treaty […]

May 21, 2018

It’s 11pm and I’ve just finished laying out tonight’s dinner — bangers and mash. The usual. I’ve laid the table with our plates, cutlery, and Veisguy wheat beer, when he knocks at the door. I rush to it, just as he enters. There he stands, his mouth slightly quirked in that adorable smile. Like he’s […]

May 1, 2017

It is Thursday and I am on an island just outside of the city, in a cabin my father’s flamboyant boss owns. He is clearly enamoured of Marilyn Monroe, tribal vases, and hanging cheap plastic leis over everything. The blisters on my heels burn in a prickly way and I am convinced that I’m continually […]

October 2, 2016

Poems generated by Experimental Deskjet, from the upcoming exhibition Slowly Failing. Slowly Failing is an exploration, speculation, and reaction to the ‘Post-Auto’ movement using today’s available technology to communicate tomorrow’s message. The exhibited experiments explore the possibilities and outcomes of technology when the user is removed from the process and the technology is left to produce […]

September 18, 2016

in a dream, i am born with wings. i keep telling my mother about this dream but she’s talking about the outside again. i see flickers of it sometimes in the gaps between my fingers. nowadays, my mother covers my ears as well so the sound of gunshots turn fuzzy and it’s almost like my […]

July 24, 2016

I remember this feeling of wanting to suffocate my body. His eyes were leering at me watching my breasts grow You learn when ur young that u perform all the emotional and domestic labour Competing against other women Learning and unlearning Gearing towards marriage and erasing ur māoriness and ur queerness to be desired and […]

May 22, 2016

There were no questions, just a careful click of the door. Shut up, we can’t wake them! She held my hand in the blue-black: prized paintings, antique vases— prerequisites for any Dio Girl. The night spilled carelessly in lines along her skin; I was far from home.

May 8, 2016

Red pomegranate jewels Dripping rubies in our teeth The closest we’ll get to diamonds but today we are royalty. Eyes wide and mouths wider biting down on words and sentiments that seep off our tongues like honey. Pink wine and meringue crumbs litter sweet scents in the air The glasses look like cut-crystal even if […]

April 17, 2016

you in a forest and me, faithful at my desk, always and while the sun doesn’t beat my brow like it does yours— on a day like today, i still always wear sunscreen even though i don’t go outside but when i saw your face we sat and spoke for a while in the sun […]