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The travel book clich is that
New Zealand is culturally the
most British of the former British
colonies, and we can see that in
the influence of Kiwi writers on that
most British of literary genres, the
mystery, from the very beginnings of
the genre.
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NR: Your work defies easy categorizationjust like todays Western literary
nonfiction. We have flash, braided, hybrid,
etc. How do you feel about these forms,
and do you read American nonfiction
writers such as Judith Kitchen, Julie Marie
Wade, or Lauren Slater?
VL: I had never before heard these terms
that you mention: flash, braided, hybrid. I
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The Half-Life
of a Lapsed Ex-Fisher
by Stephanie McKenzie
i
He once sold a portion of himself to a fish
packing plant, slipped in the crates
of the headless and dressed when all
eyes were bludgeoned. Cloudy.
Between the jagged tooth of dogfish
he placed the holy gift of tongues, crescent
moons from whoring acts.
He wished to sail to Denmark or Japan,
swear with sailors there.
ii
Righteous in ghettos he cast
anchors deep in wet
sidewalks.
Fish twisted like humans, reeked
of truth on the ground. Some fell
on their knees in frozen fish
sections, cast nets to catch
loonies or bills.
He tossed coins in the hold of a bus,
snarled float me the hell outa here.
His eyes cut steaks out of them.
Stephanie McKenzie
(stephaniemaymckenzie.com) has published
three books of poetry, all with Salmon Poetry
(Cliffs of Moher, Ireland). Recently, McKenzie
received first place for her poetry in Room
Magazines 2015 fiction and poetry contest.
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