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Sea-spray Over the Rocks, 1907, by Fred Brockett. Purchased 1957. Te Papa2021 SummerT3POETS

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Egg Timers this basement   of dreams             distorting          contorting                     bloating                          sand               …
Han Mai Nguyen
March 5, 2021
Our first xmas at 'Woodside'. December 25, 1916 [1914-1917] Levin, by Leslie Adkin. Te Papa2021 SummerT3POETS

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Bedtime Story For Grown-Ups There’s a snake that I ate. It’s a winding black mamba laying eggs in my gut.   I used to go running the kind where my hair was salt-crusted and my hands full and wet dropping pipi shells all down the shoreline   Recently, I’ve gone…
Isabelle Johns
March 4, 2021
© Suva, Fiji, 1920s, Fiji, by Harry Gardiner. Te Papa (PS.002824)2021 SummerT3POETS

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Under the mango tree This is Lovers' Spot 12 o'clock on the dot Every weekend night   Pandanus mat spread on tarpaulin Fiji Bitter bottles cling together Whispers of Taki mai carried by the night draught   Old village tales entails Shallow promises - deep secrets and lies All disappear…
Daren Kamali
March 4, 2021
© London at night, 1930s, London, by Eric Lee-Johnson. Te Papa (O.030666)2019 SpringT3POETS

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temporal anomalies   New York City   winking lights swimming amongst the thunderstorm will-o-wisps of comfort that linger in the thunder forked horizon this street never sleeps but turn left and find the rabbit hole to fall down   roses bloomed from graveyard lips fireworks in the midday brilliance back…
Blaine Kelly
December 19, 2019
© The Three Fates, 1558-1559, Mantua, by Giorgio Ghisi, Giulio Romano. Te Papa (1910-0001-1/15-80)2019 SpringT3POETS

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una planted a garden hide under tables                                     pīwakawaka flirt clutch matriarch calves                              lilting bough to bough within temple of…
Lily Holloway
December 19, 2019
© Night sky, Waimamaku, circa 1957, Waimamaku, by Eric Lee-Johnson. © Te Papa. CC BY-NC-ND 4.0. Te Papa (O.009129/01)2019 SpringT3POETS

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Goodnight each star is an unspoken apology ticket to a modern Shakespeare remake at the Civic that I couldn’t afford   the moon is a love song in a foreign language we played tug-of-war with her faces, never singing the same melody   never gave you a Saturn ring afraid.…
Zoe Webb Sagarin
December 19, 2019
© Wen-Juenn Lee2018 SpringT3POETS

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Ethnic beef If you don’t mind me saying you eat like a savage the Australian lady said at the Wellington dinner party. Are you by any chance a person who is ethnic said the marketing woman for tinned corn-beef. Does she know what an ECG is said the ginger-haired doctor…
Richard Pamatatau
November 19, 2018
© Kevin Rabalais2018 SpringT3POETS

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Hearing the Ice Cream Truck My friend’s flat is strung with all the souvenirs of living: birthday cards hanging from the fridge, blurry shopping lists in her childlike script, a lesser-known Penguin with spots of rust. One day we’ll make choices without doubt; we tell ourselves, as if telling makes…
Anuja Mitra
November 19, 2018
© Kevin Rabalais2018 SpringT3POETS

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Karen Carpenter skeleton-woman — i am sorry. * the clock has left you, your eyeballs empty pits where the light goes in. * you are cracked marble, fissured obsidian, a network of crisscrosses broken, and you should be whole, brimming * a round-faced moon, a silver silken shadower, night cast…
Hebe Kearney
November 19, 2018
© Wen-Juenn Lee2017 SpringT3POETS

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  Prologue   Malaysia is a prologue I am ashamed to write. friends etched chapters out of countries built and shaped their lives with homes in their mouths but Malaysia falls flat on my tongue Malaysia is good or fun but how do you condense contented isolation confused exhilaration a…
Wen-Juenn Lee
November 19, 2017