A Kōrero With Kiri Piahana-Wong
Kiri Piahana-Wong is a poet and editor and is the publisher at Anahera Press. Her new collectionTidelines was published this year,and she recently co-edited the anthologyTe Awa o Kupu.
Visualising Huriawa
Matariki didn’t know what the repercussions would be. There was a meeting today, but not about that. Since it happened a week ago, Matariki had taken her breaks outside.
The New Birds
The birds dropped like stones from the trees, blanketing the streets and gardens and gutters, the faint little peeps of distress replaced by throaty gasps, and then nothing.
He Iti te Pounamu
Translation by author Tokorua ngā wāhine e noho ana ki tētahi tēpu.
The Wigwam Bar, 1963
It wasn’t the first time that Angelo had forced her out of the car, but today was the furthest from home he’d done it.
Three Poems
Tuku It’s been five weeks since they tore me open from my uterus up to my cervix stitches still pass whole tiny tukutuku crosses tātai whetū…
Our Past, Another Country
The crossing in front of Midland Park was the last place Huia expected to see her cousin.
Digital Natives
“Sofie Hansen up to her old exploitative tricks again. ” That was the Instagram comment that finally released the thread I should have been able to unpick myself.
Te Toi Uku
I’m looking to score, scrolling eBay again as dusk rolls around, Sunday silvering slip cast into yearning for tūī, and temuka too.
Hira Walks Quietly
Hira walks quietly. That is her trait. A quiet walker.
