Kacey Martin



Rats

a witch, a lunatic, and a poet walk into a bar—no, a pharmacy. and i am not the poet. /// tapping our feet together in the lunch-rush line. /// a refrigerator murmur meant only for my frequency. i imagine it …

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November 14, 2024

On the parliamentary floor, the young wahine stands, and with unshaking hands parts the violent seas that swell to drown our people, to turn back the rising tides that ferry our mana to shore. A mana we have always known, …

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