Poetry
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Of Grief
Desperately clutching a hope that proved false, face contorted into a smile like a wilting lycoris as words landed with…
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Morning Orchestra
You sang a sonata of serenity. Each note a soft hum / kissed my eardrums. Morphed from the abyss of…
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The Smell
The smell. It comes from nowhere, no origin For whether it was being or illusion, Even metacognition offers no solution.…
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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…
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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…
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Stiff.
Stiff. Cold; teeth chattering, a filler of sound for the air of silence enveloping your surroundings. Stiff. Hiding in the…
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In the laboratory
blue flame danced under a beaker unknown it sends us mere molecules on a journey which lasts a lifetime. in…