i wrote a diss poem about drunk freshers

Posted 5:24pm Saturday 17th August 2024 by Matilda Rumball-Smith

to the fresher in subs,  i’ve forgotten your name.  there’s a certain predictability to thursday night bottom shelf wine sprays the room pink crushed cans bloom metallica  fresher frenzy emerges clockwork with each drink the savagery of subs makes horrible Read more...

Yours

Posted 10:30pm Friday 26th April 2024 by Lily Stoddart

To whom it may concern, I think I am the perfect candidate for this part-time job because I am reliable, I will always show up on time, and if my car breaks down I will walk. And if my legs break off I will elbow crawl concrete grazes, beer glass abrasions, and all. And if the ground becomes Read more...

Immersing Myself in Dunedin’s Hidden Poetry Scene

Posted 4:28pm Sunday 31st July 2022 by Hugh Askerud

What is possibly the most anti-Dunedin thing to ever exist in Dunedin? Poetry. While the shades of autumn may give rise to some compelling imagery, there really isn’t that much in the way of beautiful land or people to show off, or at least not in the sunless boglands of North D. Dunedin is Read more...

Critic Poetry Comp

Posted 2:02pm Sunday 8th May 2022 by Vega McHaffie

Winner: taurus knows libra By Vega McHaffie i would plead that when he saw me he wouldn’t realise; my soul was an idea scrawled across real estate agent pads floating amongst reminders to get oat milk, to vacuum car seats after the beach, to water forgotten succulents. it was not a Read more...

In order to heal

Posted 11:59pm Thursday 5th September 2019 by Māori Mermaid

In order to heal We do it together.   I let you thread the stitches into my skin A perfect weave of earth and wind, We bathe each other several times a week, Then plant our antibiotics deep And gently bandage our backs with dirt, We wash our wounds, expel some Read more...

Currency

Posted 6:12pm Thursday 7th March 2019 by Bart English

If I had a dollar for every time someone  Wanted my 2 cents,  I’d be able to sell them  for the price of a penny my thoughts. And once I’d have enough, I’d exchange all that spare change,  sell that silver spoon I’ve been suckling on as Read more...

Check Out Before Midnight

Posted 10:56pm Thursday 24th May 2018 by Zoe Taptiklis

I’ve built a hotel for the rest of the world For the rest of the world to stay in I’m going to tuck my day dreamer into bed Make toast, butter with jam, on the veneer wooded Bench top A bench top to make love on Like dusting it in flour Rising and rolling out the dough On pizza Read more...

Poetry Corner

Posted 2:06pm Sunday 30th July 2017 by Jeremy Spruyt

Thursday Some mornings I forget to wash and I wonder how you breathe, it seems, always through the nose. Remembering this, I sneeze: you smile, joke; there’s a lot of mucus in the world, this morning.   Domestic Living Oh, and I changed my passwords; I lost my credit Read more...