PinnedMember-onlyCelebration of the DawnA Poem — May you gather your strength in the forest at night through pine needles and thistles and rock. Do you cling, skin tight and snug, to the soft blankets of sleep? Allow your voice to speak. You are potent, even when the moonlight wanes and catches on the canopy of the trees…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
16 hours agoMember-onlyTaupo Isn’t the Tourist Haven That It Pretends To BeSpa park, A Sacred Place That Was I am writing this with a cup of coffee in my hand. It is a barista made, oat flat white in an 8 ounce takeaway cup. The cup has a rough, paper like texture that perfectly grips to my palm. The lid is made of compostable plastic and feels surprisingly…New Zealand3 min readNew Zealand3 min read
5 days agoMember-onlyVan Life Is Not What I Thought It Would BeA True Story About Being Stranded — We were screwed. The engine of our van wouldn’t start and we were meant to be leaving town. Today. This was our chance to adventure except we never made it out of the driveway. Here’s what happened. My partner and I had been planning for months. We ran out the…Vanlife4 min readVanlife4 min read
6 days agoMember-onlyI Believe In MagicA Poem — I am enchanted by the glimmer of light behind the clouds and the patience of seeds waiting for the first touch of rain to sprout. I am moved by the wind as it migrates with birds across the sky. Look at the trees and the way they transmute sunlight to sugar and sap. If ever…Poetry On Medium2 min readPoetry On Medium2 min read
Mar 21Member-onlyTalking Amongst the Flowers of my Lemon Tree YardA Prose Poem — I sat on my peeling-paint-porch and listened to the locomotive neighbours that parade their vape-juice voices over fences and walls. I do not dare tell them but I hear secret music beneath their mechanical nimbuses that sound an awful lot like gossip about bleary-eyed Sandra and the troubling tales of her heart. I fell down deeper into the…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
Feb 28Member-onlyWhile I Wait For NoodlesA Poem to Honour the Hard Work of Small Business Owners While I Wait For Noodles I am humbled by the business owners, working twelve or fourteen hours in the kitchen chopping onions, behind the counter taking orders. Then clearing tables, pouring drinks, rolling napkins around cutlery. Or hunched over a laptop, making sense of taxes and phone…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Feb 28Member-onlyWriting When You Don’t Feel Like WritingA Story About Trying to Find Inspiration — I sat down to write my best prose but I felt stuck like hair in the drain of the shower. The shower is where I do some of my best writing. But sometimes, I do not have the stomach to reach into those swirling depths and pull at the stubborn…Inspiration4 min readInspiration4 min read
Feb 23Member-onlyGrowth and DecayA Short Story — I’ve been procrastinating with this story for a while now. It’s been an unwritten, unfinished ramble in my notebooks. I kept finding reasons not to write and I realized recently that I hold stories so close to my chest that I cannot see them clearly. It’s practically a cliche but…Short Story5 min readShort Story5 min read
Feb 21Member-onlyWhat it Feels Like to Encourage a Friend to Share their PoetryEspecially When They Are Shy — On the cusp of courage You held an open journal across your knees, spine down, pages up. Exposed like an invitation that I accidentally, on purpose, peered over you to read as I mouthed words that were not yet meant for me. Longhaired pedestrians wore high collars and turned to look at us. The eyes that…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Feb 16Member-onlySunday MorningA Poem About Sharing a Home — Sunday Morning We spend the morning in bed, hair pressed to the pillows, still blinking out of dreams. Our first words plucked and mumbled. Our bed is a mattress on pallets. The sheets have come untucked in the night. Toes kicking at the air. I am curled against the wall. You are…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
