an Aotearoa poetry journal | ISSN 2744-3248
Ordered by most recent inclusion in Tarot
Hail the humble (we’ll call her Miss Q)The quiet one in meetingsBreathing silent spatial relationsIn her unspoken mindLike wool passed
Long ago you burnedTheir children in churchLocked behind heavyWooden doors. BlindedBy what you interpretedAs warfare orders. Their fight was not
Urgent intergenerationalRedress and preservationRuthlessness is blindingRemove the bandages Merciful atmosphereUnder blurry blue skiesPeering through the mistySemipermeable brown Crumbling fort walls
