LittleHis parents were shouting,Little18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hated each other,
flush-jawed and aching across
the cheap table, the cheap hot rash
of kitchen air all filled with meat and
3 veg and everything else,
so the boy went outside,
where it was a desolate and bitter July,
with the paddock grasses of frost-slick knives;
drew his knees up to his chest
like a foetus
in the black coiling
womb of sky.
A mad neighbour shouted – a cow
lowed, a soft sad call.
He stayed sitting
for a while
kept his blood cool
until he'd lined his lungs
with winter, bright.
skin rifts (yearning / identitease)Tēnā koutou katoa.skin rifts (yearning / identitease)12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Greetings to you all.
there is a rift in my heritage and it begins with skin;
i have never wondered why i do not seem to fit
E rere kau mai, te awa nui mai, te kāhui maunga ki tangaroa.
My ancestral river flows from the mountain to the sea.
Ko au te awa, ko te awa ko au.
I am the river, and the river is me.
if i am the river, how am i drowning under the driftwood heavy weight
of twenty years dissonance and cacophony and isolation,
of twenty years waiting to find who i am supposed to be;
if the river is me, how have i never learned to flow
with it's might and history?
Ko Ruapehu tōku maunga,
My mountain is Ruapehu.
i am born white and wailing in a mess of blood and flailing limbs
and my father's parents rejoice in my european features and pale skin.
i am born and all throughout my youth, my mother is mistaken,
mistaken for the babysitter, the
Here's to ushere's to the kids that are stuck in the middle,Here's to us25 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the kids always left out,
to the kids always second best,
to the kids left to fight on there own,
to the kids who watch there siblings get attention,
to the kids fighting battles no one knows about,
here's to the kids who are forgotten,
here's to us the middle kids.