Issue 4

The Pouākai

My first memory is of being washed up on a desolate shore.

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Issue 4

Berging

I heard the lake crack open last night. No way. Did too. Woke me up. You know what that means. Berging. Yep. Berging. And you’re gonna die.

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Issue 4

Lemon

The lemon was made out of plastic, but it was the same size as a lemon that had grown on a tree.

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Issue 4

The Homeless Men of Mahuika

The first homeless man of Mahuika appeared, seemingly from nowhere, on the eve of December.

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Issue 4

Hurdles

The rounded mound of Emma’s belly was a bridge between them, an unspoken promise in the expanse of their bed. Emma felt the child move.

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Issue 4

Think No More of the Sea

I will think no more of the sea . . . (Sea Song, 1913, Katherine Mansfield) “We should go to the beach today,” says Clare over breakfast.

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Issue 4

The Apologia

It was a square-looking house, blocky and plain and sharp around the edges, perched on a ratty lawn.

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Issue 4

Bubbles

It’s the shouting that frightens me.

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Issue 4

Notes on Cremation

Tuesday 24th May, 2005 Keeping in mind Eddy Fletcher’s request that I produce Sept colour issue of BENZSCENE, I called on Stylex and spent half-hour with Mark Jones, who…

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