By Pippi Jean
i want it from the bottom of my throat
calling outcrying i want run ragged daily shadows on the wall
bleary tangle of my hair through headphones midnight i want it messily
i want it listening to me i want it teaching thudded tempos into my back hard enough
to take the breath from me i want tipping backward face to ceiling raging forgiving
photographs slipping through hands out of frames i want it bright and terrifying
i want its darkly quiet like a step misstepped i want it suspended its mid-fall
city of the wilding houses steeping ways windows battered half opening half yielding
already i want it already
i want it singing i want it sung to me i want
and with all that newness i write it here
to yell it out of me
By Maia Armistead
I have been missing you in my city.
I have been left wanting
To tell you everything. I have been
And waiting softly
Like a question, almost hitched
On the back of this river moving.
Lately I have been
Half a dream closer, I have been
I have been thinking of the gold
And the rush. I have been
Like a movement in the marshes,
The city of wilding houses,
Wild horses, like my city is a
Constant reminder of you.
When I open my mouth to speak
My words are like days,
And smaller until not at all.
Maia Armistead is a first year law student at Victoria University. She has been published in Mayhem, Oscen, and Milly, and was a finalist in the 2019 National Schools Poetry Competition.
Pippi Jean is a first year student at Victoria University with works published in Landfall, Takahe, Oscen, Mayhem and was a finalist in the National Schools Poetry Award 2019. She thinks birds are cool and sometimes writes poetry about waterslides.