Men aren’t always safe.
We write it into their hands,
tell them “you scare me”.
“you are a pine needle”.
If you tell a needle it is a tree
Does its small sapling grow branches that cut?
Is my fear of dark forests
for young women with..
a pond was just pond
until it became a pink sky
hugging tiny dandelions.
and then it became
a woman, whose curls…
*This is a midterm paper from CHID 390: Politics of Life, focusing on non-human life & using Ann Hamilton’s exhibit as a lens to think through cross-species connection
In this essay, I would like to focus on love,..
This poem is my attempt at capturing a snapshot of a long history of the Ngati Whatua o Orakei, a hapu (sub-tribe) belonging to a city district in Auckland now known as Orakei.
It is written as we, although the stories and experiences in this poem …