Cadence Chung



Black Opium

Coleridge wrote his best poems in a poppyseed haze. I’m not sure about those tiles, he said from my bathtub, looking up at the ceiling. I had no idea what he was thinking: my only experience with opium was the …

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What Blooms Beneath a Blood-Red Sky: A Year in Aotearoa Poetry

Poetry is booming in Aotearoa, and nobody can quite say why. What’s stirring our blood in the plague years / this sixth mass extinction / our deteriorating climate of political and literal atmospheres?

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