Eartha Davis



tha an speur a’ seinn

aroha blooms in wingtaps of rain (water forgives her sudden vertigo) the whole world croaks kindness, acacia says the whole world casts off her tangled net to dream… a touch that ladles the loss from lungs a touch that sheds …

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papatūānuku

Now, I worship an empress of solitude / I do not know how to bloat slow / feather like bird-stunned truths / river says we are stories furred with pulse / dreaming cinders / twinned geographies of breathing hinterlands / …

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