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Riddle

by Angela Andrews. I was thinking about the symbols of medicine when I wrote this riddle. Although I don't particularly want to give the poem away before you read it, by the time I got to the end of writing it I was thinking as much about the persona of a doctor – what is required – as I was about the literal object.

Tread Lightly For You Tread On My Bones

by Jeff Brown. Three days on Gelibolu (Gallipoli) for 100th anniversary of Anzac Day after call up at fortnight’s notice in the ballot. Both my grandfathers were there, one for nine days, the other for the entire campaign. Guided by a local, Murat, I saw history through his eyes, shared tears more than once, and met his mentor Mustafa, before completing a kind of pilgrimage at the dawn service and memorials. I attempted to capture a few emotions amongst the myriad. Then struggled for a year until I landed on the single word at the end of the penultimate line.

Multitudes

by Art Nahill. Multitudes is a grappling with all the deaths I have seen and been part of in my career.

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Late Love

Glenn Colquhoun talks to Kathryn Ryan on Radio New Zealand about 'Late love,' his recent book about the overlap in his life between poetry and medicine as well as his work as a GP working with young people in Horowhenua.

Extract from “Things That Matter”, by David Galler

Our mystery man was still on a ventilator, I hoped asleep as a result of the sedation we were giving him rather than unconscious due to a massive head injury. What I did know was that he was far too unstable for us to move him to be scanned in order to find out one way or the other.

Holocaust Memorial Speech

Holocaust Memorial Speech (He Korero Maumaharatanga mo te mate Kohuru Kino nui i te wa o te Holocaust) Korero   whakataki Speech introduction Tihei mauri ora!  E nga...

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