Michaela Keeble

What Blooms Beneath a Blood-Red Sky: A Year in Aotearoa Poetry

Poetry is booming in Aotearoa, and nobody can quite say why. What’s stirring our blood in the plague years / this sixth mass extinction / our deteriorating climate of political and literal atmospheres?

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gannet’s back she leads and follows she does neither she’s fishing she’s blinding herself on the hard hit against water she’s so good at it she checks herself unfurls falls through skin like stone with each strike against fish her …

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