May 12, 2016


Deep within the gut of this ancient continent

the plates of the earth rub together

like the shoulder blades of an enormous, scaly leviathan,

squeezing mountains up from the earth’s core


like the bursting whiteheads

on the faces of the skateboard warriors of that shaken city,

who feed hungrily on the ocean’s crust

as though they’ve never eaten before.


Here lies the broken cathedral that forms our heart,

within lie the new wolves, our...

May 9, 2016

I reached out to grab the rusty door handle, my hands shaking as I did. I turned the handle and pushed the door open. The door creaked. I tentatively entered and took one step inside. A force pushed me forward and I staggered, attempting to stay standing. My attempts failed as I fell to the floor. The door suddenly slammed shut. Whatever I fell in was sticky, and I must have ingested some as I could taste something metallic in...

April 28, 2016

The world is in this gully.

It is all I know.

High granite walls

And gravel falls,

With the sea sky

Far below.


The world is in this mountain stream

carving its place amidst the rock.

Wind screaming through,

the morning dew

Heavy diamonds

on the moss


The world is on this narrow track

all dirt and roots and stone.

Kauri stand tall

While teardrops fall,

from looming clouds

Gray as old bone.


The world is all before me

From the saddle atop the tra...

April 28, 2016

The air is lead-heavy, cloying and sticky. My eyes are shut and I’m laying on the couch on sweat-soaked worn leather. The fan is on but it makes no difference. Mags is due in any minute now. She’s my aunt on my father’s side, but we don’t see much of him anymore, and she won’t talk about it, no matter how much I nag her. It’s much too hot for arguing today.



I hear the rusty, harsh sound of her old jalopy pull up in the drive,...

April 28, 2016


When I first came to this place, I must’ve been five or six, so young and innocent. I remember walking down its rocky plains with my parents, who had also stumbled upon this place when they were young. Its shallow caves, sand and water had fascinated me. For some reason I can’t fathom, I always felt drawn here. Maybe it was the birds who swept down with their magnificent wings cutting through the air like a knife through butt...

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