You were like the sun’s warmth after days of clouds and rain, like hot chocolate and warm socks on a... Read More
E hine, e hine, kia tau te mauri e Kia rere, kia pūheke tō awa atua e He... Read More
[Previously published in Landfall 227) Haere mai, Aroha. Is that your true name? It ripples like spirits over my... Read More
I am writing poetry in a Burger King. Who is she? Edgy indie girl who struggles with spitting out... Read More
Mai i te Kore ki te Pō ki te whai-ao ki te ao Marama tihei mauri ora I... Read More
Dark sexy beans float we both do In this sensual dance of morning routine and acceptable addiction Give me an... Read More