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
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
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,
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
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
[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
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
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
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
