Reading Alice then Sandra, then Alice

Institutional Racism is not romantic Alice – teaches literature, decolonisation, mana wāhine, love, anger, hope and much more – she … Continue reading Reading Alice then Sandra, then Alice

Inscriptions on my body

My friend stole a bottle of Indian ink from the art class. Luscious and dark, the colour in the bottle is impenetrable until I hold it up to the sun. I see edges of green and blue – the memories swirl in my mind, grasping at images that refuse to fire. Continue reading Inscriptions on my body

A walk on an (un)finished path

You built a footpath for everyone in your town, and yet you stopped building at the boundary to my land. It is another sign that the strangler plant is growing stronger. Continue reading A walk on an (un)finished path