“The Anonymous Collection” Girl so pretty she cut her face offBased on a true story of a 70s London punk rocker. People saw this girl they never knewAnd believed the fable of venus ever trueShe sat upon a table of heathens from every viewAnd prayed Aphrodite would birth her anew
James Milroy Whakarongo mai rāKoutou e hine, e tama māKi ngā reo e hāpai neiI ngā mahi a Hiwa-i-te-rangi Ua kōnehuTū mai rā MatarikiHiwa, HiwaHiwa-i-te-rangi Tīaho iho mai rāNgā whetū o te pōHai ārahi i ngā mahiMō te maruāpō Rōiho kamaRōake parahutihutiE moe, e moeE moe ō kanohi Ko te
You were like the sun’s warmth after days of clouds and rain, like hot chocolate and warm socks on a freezing day, like a cold glass of water in the middle of the night, like soft rain noises just before bed, like varying textures of green in the wild, like
I am writing poetry in a Burger King. Who is she? Edgy indie girl who struggles with spitting out her toothpaste Just kidding (maybe). Cute boy in Burger King, he has face tattoos. I like tattoos. Eye contact is made. Nice face. What do I look like to others?
E hine, e hine, kia tau te mauri e Kia rere, kia pūheke tō awa atua e He ao hou, tomokia, karangahia e Kua wāhine te kōtiro i te kōkōwai o Hineahuone Whakamana te īkura, kia whakahoki te mana ki a kore Wāiho te paru ki te
Mai i te Kore ki te Pō ki te whai-ao ki te ao Marama tihei mauri ora I whakawhiti i te Moana nui a Kiwa mai i Hawaiki We settled amongst ngahere and awa maunga and moana ka ora te whenua ka ora te tangata We
[Previously published in Landfall 227) Haere mai, Aroha. Is that your true name? It ripples like spirits over my tongue and onto my shores: where I will gift you one hundred kina every day, even though the limit is fifty, where I will scrub your soles with pumice
Heke nuku mai Heke rangi mai Huihuia mai Te reo Māori Ki te mata o taku arero Hei reo kawe ki te anamata Heke nuku mai Heke rangi mai Huihuia mai Te reo Māori Ki te kāuru o te hirikapo Hei reo kawe i ngā tikanga Heke nuku
As unfortunate as it is, flatting isn’t for everyone. A harsh truth some may delight in. Consequent to this truth, this leaves many to dream of a life outside of flatting. A life, I dare say, of one living alone. This isn’t a radical idea for both introverts or
Dark sexy beans float we both do In this sensual dance of morning routine and acceptable addiction Give me an intervention so we can talk about it over coffee ‘Na I can actually taste the difference. Like GSK just has this undeniable smoothness that I think you’re maybe missing?