an Aotearoa poetry journal | ISSN 2744-3248
In publication order
Building your rejection letters into a pyreand upon that, building my churchbecause even in literary
because my mother sang Samoan and English nursery rhymes and lullabiesbecause vibrant illustrations and dramatic
According to Brueghel Williams the class when Icarus fellit was clear there was a lot
I watch mountains drink the sky, its burdenof purple and cold steel blues bulge.Overflow of
A solitary, self-satisfied pigeonpreens her burgeoning flank, lavender pink breast,contentedly crooning to herself. She grips
Amid dusk when the skywas peppered sour orangeand the sun sat sideways,we watched a notchof
Somewhere a mower plows somewherea dog barks somewhere children laughcry and fall silent somewhere atrain
Wolves live in our cistern.They moved in the day Mr Adamstold us a story in
heart losing control over eyesact is overtime to goback to the sourceor destinationshedding its clothesbody
