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carina / the keel Macoute slips off the wall and rests a moment on one of the leather chairs below the flag he’s got swallows on the wire KERERŪ AEROBATICS above the cliff and his own white noise to insert between the London planes he is the tree in the…

Even in the late afternoon, the desert heat was withering and our hike slowed to a slog almost from the start. We followed a dusty trail through jagged lava fields and thickets of mesquite bushes. Craggy mountains sat in a haze on the horizon, gray as ghosts. Everywhere in between…

Te Wāhanga Tuatahi He ingoa i kitea i ngā pepa hōia 1. Kua tōia atu te kōpapa e Haimona ki te wai kia puta ai māua ki te hī ika. He tamaiti pai ia, e kore koe e mahara ake ko mātou mātou, inā kē te tāroaroa me te pakaua…

You old swaggie (with a nod to R. A. K. Mason)   You’re constantly coming down the metalled road past the bluegums.   There’s that old swaggie, Mum says. She’s looking out   the kitchen window. He comes round every year   looking for odd jobs on the farms. Worn…

He fell into a blue world. He’d been collecting ice samples with the team, gingerly making his way across the glacier, prodding the snow in front of him with an ice axe to check its solidity before taking a step. The other researchers followed behind him, descending a gentle slope…