Poetry Corner

His wispy fingers fiddle with his penis flicking, scraping, brushing, bursting into imaginary mates with a phantom orgasm.  He clambers around his simple platform and ropes. His enclosure is the kindergarten of children looking in. Their breath pearls the glass.  I question the separation between  your silly gait, your lips flipped in clown smile, and the voluminous crotch you clutch  like a child with his...

The Hell Hole

Nicole had recovered from her attack. The deodorant, once rinsed from her eyes and throat, didn’t seem to have done permanent damage. Her vision had been blurry for a couple of days, and her breathing tight, but now she was ok. Ok, except that she could not get the smell out of her room – the claggy, clinging, cloistering smell of the Lynx deodorant was in her carpet, her clothes, everywhere. She’d cleaned and cleaned but it...

Critic Booze Reviews

Wild Buck is beer from the good old days, when men were men, a spade was a spade, and it was possible to buy property in Auckland. There’s a genuine argument to be made that Wild Buck was specifically designed to be the most scullable beer in the country.  Understanding the brewing science behind Wild Buck’s scullability means knowing a little about the history of beer culture in New Zealand. In the late 1800s the most...

David Clark

As a former Treasury analyst and someone with parents who have run their own businesses, I am sometimes asked how it came to pass that I stand with Labour. The answer is simple, but it requires a little unpacking. I believe in a shared prosperity. Everyone...