Essa may ranapiri

O! Angaanga

for Shell the moana washes up what she doesn’t take her detritus crackling gifts glimmering on the shore the sea in its own set of armour the sea that puddles around on sand like open mouths gargling some kind of …

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CREATURELY: In Praise of New Poetry from Aotearoa

We are living in uncanny, uncertain, and uneven times. It is difficult not to feel undone by it all.

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