Topher Shields



The Shape of What Entered

tahi | Feijoas in the Off-Season rua | Transit Sequence toru | Soil Report — tahi | Feijoas in the Off-Season My mormor’s hands still smell of kerosene and feijoas left too long in the washhouse dark. She opens one …

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The Cracked Vase

The cracked vase humming its one note to the dust— te hā slips through its ribs, the breath of what was held still moves. Somewhere, a word breaks open: awa, remembered by water, reeds recall the pulse of hands that …

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