A new poem by acclaimed poet and performer Tusiata Avia. Massacre Thursday 14 March When I arrive in Auckland and Hine learns that I have moved back to Christchurch she asks me if I know it is a bad place it is built on a swamp many bad things have been done … Read more
In a stunning new run of Wild Dogs Under My Skirt, Samoan women are allowed to be whole, writes Madeleine Chapman. I had two mums growing up. There was Pani (pronounced “Bunny”), my mum, who spoke Samoan on the phone to her sisters for hours, howling with laughter, yet seemed angry all the time. She could silence … Read more
New verse by Auckland writer Tusiata Avia, who will appear at the Christchurch WORD Festival this weekend. Some notes for critics 1. Yeah, sometimes my poems are dark 2-5. Get over it 6. Maybe life 7. I could write about landscape but it fucken bores me 8. Monet drews … Read more