Maraea Rakuraku

Sister, I Should Have Greeted You, with Hongi

What is this place? a can’t believe it’s true? a couldn’t have really happened? I di e died here. I di e dead here a something horrendous? a something unspeakable? Hear that? Rumbling downunder. Thundering upover. Feel that? Quake. Quaking. …

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Kōrerorero / the say-so

Named Streets for writers, Dickens, Emerson, Shakespeare, High school for a missionary, Colenso. A city, Napier, for some old white man, because they always are, or for some battle where my people were slaughtered by yours, or for some event, …

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