Who are you, Jerry?Ashleigh Young writes about a cat she loves deeply and knows not at all.By Ashleigh Young | 1st January, 2023Guest writer
Essay on Sunday: Something that wasn’t the moonI have clung to the notion of 'dimensions beyond our perception' for a long time. By Ashleigh Young | 6th November, 2022Guest writer
The perfect New Zealand tweet doesn’t exi–Our national psyche revealed in <140 devastating characters.By Ashleigh Young | 6th May, 2022Guest writer
The Sunday Essay: JerryAshleigh Young writes about a cat she loves deeply and knows not at all.By Ashleigh Young | 3rd April, 2022Guest writer
The Sunday Essay: My dreams on antidepressantsEven now I think of the dream in which I was using a cigarette lighter to melt my own father.By Ashleigh Young | 22nd August, 2021Guest writer
Breaking verse: There is a new editor of the Friday PoemA chat with departing Friday Poem editor Ashleigh Young and incoming Friday Poem editor Chris Tse.By Ashleigh Young | 24th July, 2020Guest writer
Lockdown letters #26, Ashleigh Young: On celery soup and KFC skinFor a few weeks we haven’t been able to escape each other or ourselves or our own terrible cooking.By Ashleigh Young | 21st April, 2020Guest writer
Lockdown letters #21, Ashleigh Young: Avoiding the loavesOn writing and not writing about bread.By Ashleigh Young | 16th April, 2020Guest writer
Lockdown letters #16, Ashleigh Young: On going for a walk'It feels like there is an inner circle of walking that I can no longer break into, some pleasure I have become too stupid to feel. Maybe it’s the internet’s fault.'By Ashleigh Young | 11th April, 2020Guest writer
Lockdown letters #11, Ashleigh Young: Reaching for the cherries'When you reach for the exact same thing day after day, your grasp on everything else in the world loosens.'By Ashleigh Young | 6th April, 2020Guest writer