
It’s OK if I spill milk as long as it was my idea
The last time I ever imagined fully was with Riho Watanabe and we were in year two. We were on the bus back to…
Read MoreThe last time I ever imagined fully was with Riho Watanabe and we were in year two. We were on the bus back to…
Read MoreFor weeks, I have been caring for and feeding a small sourdough starter. I am yet to make sourdough. It started like all sourdough…
Read MoreAfter Reubans Your cat is judging my manicure; they kisspurple. Your roommate says, the coastsof Greece were renovated by the disposedshell-fish/murex casings. An Anthropocene…
Read MoreAn avid introvert & full-time carbon-based life-form, Ashley Cline crash landed in south Jersey & still calls that strange land home. Most often found…
Read MoreYou were on the phone and I was waiting, holding one hand in the other. The left felt the holding, the right felt held. A reminder that anything can be split in two.
Read Morecw: death, grief Dad died suddenly on the 15th of August 2010. I was fourteen. He was 43. I was in Year 8 at…
Read MoreThe print man is my friend. We have whispered conversations about paper stock over the phone. He speaks with a lisp. I’ve never seen…
Read MoreBoil before dipping into an ice bath—the skin shall slide away. Lay skin out to dry. Compost flesh. It is not good for eating….
Read MoreSinead Overbye (Ngāti Porou, Te Aitanga-a-Māhaki, Rongowhakaata) is a poet and fiction writer living in Wellington. In 2018 she completed her MA in creative…
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