Three hours. Three hours and sixteen minutes, to be exact. It didn’t matter anyway. She had completely…

Death is ageless and wise
her anklets and toe rings unstained
from the slain bodies she stands on

As the sun sets, a whisper of a question flits through my mind and fills me with caution: what if the stories are true?

While condemning such sexualisation of women these same people then swiftly ask “So, when are you getting married?”

You who carry a waxing moon,
your skin paper-soft –
tell me:

We could be more powerful – and more protected.

We don’t tend to talk to white folks like they’re fucking aliens.

The privileged believed themselves to be equal in their suffering.

In Samoa, they cover mirrors at night time.

I asked a friend to tell me about her iwi, Ngāi Tūhoe.