by Topher Shields
At the headlands,
basalt hums—
a low warmth
held in stone.
Wind lifts
the koru of flax,
and the air tastes
of salt, of split ehu kai. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Aotearoa
Where Basalt Meets the Sea
Filed under Poetry
it doesn’t take much
by Nathaniel Calhoun
it took quite a bit more from me by the end of it
than I expected. but it didn’t take much to get underway. Continue reading
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