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Showing posts with label Mākaro Press. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mākaro Press. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 22, 2015

A letter to Jim Harrison by Lindsay Pope

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. It may be of no surprise to you that the day your book arrived the waxeyes at my feeder were noisier, more nervous and more abundant t...
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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

What Heartbreak Felt Like, by Annabel Hawkins

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A full stop. In the middle of a sentence. Not enough water in the jug for a cup of tea, and all the milk's run out for good. Fumbling...
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Monday, April 7, 2014

Symbols that make up the breaking girl by Helen Rickerby

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First comes feet, on tippy tippy toe — a stretching, a reaching for approval, perfection, a cracking a creaking, a split and a snap, ...
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Tuesday, March 4, 2014

From Bird Murder by Stefanie Lash

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Tusk Tusk was settled by rogue miners. They went too far up-creek, there was no gold, they were lost. They found instead the coloured st...
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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Eastbourne by Helen Jacobs

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1 It is to the island and the coastlands that the shifting light tethers on a fluid line weaving water and sand and rock. The point ...
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