Poetry

  • The Smell

    The Smell

    The smell. It comes from nowhere, no origin For whether it was being or illusion, Even metacognition offers no solution. But even a whiff transports my soul, To an…

  • Lament of a Fading Past

    Lament of a Fading Past

    A Tour of Great Passing Red glares of flare enclose the browning sands, To sketch evenings with shades of swarthy light. Shadowless smoke clears blood from tainted lands, Where…

  • From The Archives: Climate Climax

    From The Archives: Climate Climax

    Originally published in the College NZ Herald in August 2008, written by then Year 9 Macleans student Linus Goh.  As the years go by, we hardly care, Knowing that…

  • Stiff.

    Stiff.

    Stiff. Cold; teeth chattering, a filler of sound for the air of silence enveloping your surroundings. Stiff. Hiding in the dark, anticipating the moment you’ll be found. Stiff. As…

  • In the laboratory

    In the laboratory

    blue flame danced under a beaker unknown it sends us mere molecules on a journey which lasts a lifetime. in this chemical adventure we are all impure substances energised…

  • OCD

    OCD

    Five swipes on house tables. Four sprays on doors. Three wet floors. Two vacuums. Unstable. Insane. Whispers heard. Inside and out. Never clean, never free. Trapped in a constant…

  • How To Smile

    How To Smile

    Did you know The art of smiling is much more complicated Than what we think it is. It requires Dedication, strength, Time and practice. It’s the most intricate art…