It was like an awful, angry, bittersweet gallery of memories and stories. Never any preamble. Just a ricochet of disembodied words, unanswerable questions and occasionally a shard of poetry.
Skim read to get to the writer's tips. Fyi, this post is probably best viewed online - I apologise for crushing your inbox with too many pics.
An e-zine
The last two months in pictures and story-snapshots... [PLUS UPDATE ON FUNDS]
An update on the Aotearoa 2 Gaza Tent drive