By Kathleen McLeod The first time we stood beside each other in Te Ao Mārama, sunlight cracked open my ribs and a great wingspan extended from the bones, larger than the room or any of us…
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By Kathleen McLeod There’s another universe I never met you in. There’s a universe we met in but I never return to. In time your name is a whisper carried over the mountain to the edge…
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By Kathleen McLeod You should have known better. Your fear knows no better. Maybe you knew, how to cut that last golden thread between us to let me leave when I was ready, so I wouldn’t…
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By Kathleen McLeod I don’t know what time it is where you are, I am standing behind the veil but I can hear you so clearly. On Google Earth I look at the mountain ranges there…
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By Zechariah Soakai I sit in the seat of the dingy Mighty Mouth dental van, A gift from the Public Health system Because they know “All us decile one kids have no time, no money…
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By Zechariah Soakai just the same severed tongue same diasporic body onus on the “I can’t speak anything but English” child to trust the stranger with the money to move from emerging to established from financial…
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