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Welcome to the Salient blog! Here you'll find every piece of writing we've published this year. Browse by category, or just go for a scroll.
sixteen minutes
sixteen minutes into saturday
and my arm is unbroken.
Zia Ravenscroft
Jul 8, 20241 min read
The Fourth Day
By Larry McMyler I hold my hands skin-searingly close to a fire of my father’s making. I am ten, not yet old enough to drink my warmth...
Guest Writer
Jul 8, 20241 min read
Real
At first, I just wanted to feel something. Just wanted escape, if only for a moment.
Stephen Woods
Jul 8, 20248 min read
Unfinished Ritual
Words by Mauatua Fa’ara-Reynolds The fabric of our skin was paperbark. Unravelled my tapa to unravel your tapu. Phrygian shepherd...
Mauatua Fa’ara-Reynold
Jul 8, 20241 min read
Crushing
I see him at the checkout, adorned in a khaki apron. Under the harsh fluorescent lights he waits for me, like Heathcliff on the moors.
Jemma Richardson
Jul 8, 20244 min read
Backfire!
Look out at the grasslands, gulp, and get going.
Better guzzle some water. Pretend you’re Rango, a reptile seeking power
Guest Writer
Jul 8, 20241 min read
Mirror Burn
By Sofia Drew After Louise Glück It was October and each second was rimmed with light such clean light. This was, for me, an...
Guest Writer
Jul 8, 20241 min read
rx: your love.
Words by Rex (he) there’s a beautiful myth wherein werewolves are simply men in love, and if those whom they love call their names, they...
Guest Writer
May 27, 20242 min read
He Reta ki te Tirti nā Te Ara Whānui
Nā Te Kura Kaupapa Māori o Te Ara Whānui Tēnā koe, te Tiriti o Waitangi A treaty born of compromise and pain Signed by our tīpuna, with...
Guest Writer
May 20, 20241 min read
Self Care and Baked Beans In The Face Of Armageddon
Words by Jay Lee-Guard (he/they) As a child, I was obsessed—perhaps too obsessed—with the idea of an apocalypse. Where would I go? What...
Jay Lee-Guard
May 13, 20243 min read
Ie Lavalava
Poem by Danielle Kionasina Dilys Thomson My ie lavalava knows when to part like the seas So the hot space between my taro thighs can...
Danielle Kionasina Dilys Thomson
May 6, 20241 min read
Hands
Eva Davis (she/her) Taking your hands out of the water is hard when they’ve grown gills, and of course hands don’t really do that, but...
Eva Davis
May 6, 20242 min read
Cross-Fade
Rolled-up by Emma It's intriguing to watch a gambler play the slot machines. They sit in rows of chairs and continuously pull down a...
Salient Mag
Mar 25, 20245 min read
Defrosting colonisation in summer
by Mauatua Fa’ara-Reynolds (she/they) Heat cages flesh, I am a thawing carcass stumbling along the city’s sweaty tarmac skin. Roads end...
Mauatua Fa’ara-Reynold
Mar 11, 20241 min read
Behind the Screens
Words by Guy van Egmond Oh, the magic of the movie theatre. The latest cinematic art and entertainment on the silver screen; luxury seats...
Guy van Egmond
Mar 4, 20245 min read
Hospo & ur mother & dog
Words and images by: Nadezhda Macey (she/her) Everyone and their mother and their dog has worked hospo, and if you haven’t, I’m a little...
Nadezhda Macey
Mar 4, 20244 min read
Radio Poem
Cadence Chung All I can give you is the space in a room, my heart already some distant packing-crate away, my lips unanswered for. In the...
Cadence Chung
Feb 26, 20241 min read
senses of you
Words by Angie Johnson (she/her) I savour your name on my tongue still My mouth salivates as I reminisce on the flavour of how it used to...
Angie Johnson
Oct 9, 20232 min read
WE LEAVE OUR ISLANDS
Words by Porita Fruean (she/her) This piece is dedicated to a piece of my heart that I had to leave home; my community, my village, and...
Porita Fruean
Sep 25, 20231 min read
Kuia/Moko
(Words by Tessa Keena - She/her - Te Ātiawa) Kuia Sometimes, I spend so much time looking in the mirror trying to see you. I make too...
Tessa Keena
Sep 11, 20233 min read
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