Ngāi Tauira: Delight
In the heart of the city, where the lights glow bright,
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Lies a place of delight, beneath the moonlight.
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Welcome to the Salient blog! Here you'll find every piece of writing we've published this year. Browse by category, or just go for a scroll.
Danielle Kionasina Dilys Thomson
- Aug 5
- 1 min
Point Chev
Streets lined with coded colours /
A subliminal call to replant yourself at the source / Hibiscus hues are covert beacons
Isabella Seneuefa Leitūpo
- Jul 22
- 1 min
Void Of A Mother’s Presence
Trying to write about grief is like
Trying to count the number of times
I’ll sit down at a table that
Should have one more set
Theamaureen Hunt
- Jul 22
- 1 min
Just a Brown Lady
Leaving home, bound for a foreign land
For the sake of gaining new knowledge,
Navigating a new culture,
Porita Fruean
- Jul 22
- 2 min
WHO AM I?
I am a descendant of Tagaloa and this is the riddle of my being—
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a tale of identity, heritage, and resilience.
Malia Tatafu
- Jul 22
- 1 min
20 Father’s Days With You
In the tapestry of time, 20 Father’s Days adorned
Each a treasure, each a cherished morn
For 20 years, we laughed and we embraced
Meilani Payne
- Jul 22
- 1 min
[untitled]
Our tupuna gather around us,
Our kōpu tangata embracing us,
Coming together to coat us.
Trish Faaumumu
- Jul 22
- 1 min
Soulful Whispers: A Pasifika Odyssey
At the seabed of midnight ink, I roam,
A Pasifika daughter, far from home.
Guest Writer
- Jul 15
- 1 min
The Lights
Sitting by the water reminds me of you.
Guest Writer
- Jul 15
- 1 min
Harvest of the Heart
I do not choose the finest grapes
only what is found in my garden
Danielle Kionasina Dilys Thomson
- Jul 8
- 1 min
Afakasi
By Danielle Kionasina Dilys Thomson In your malaga, I feel seen Afakasi speaks So I am heard I said I would stop calling myself that But...
Guest Writer
- Jul 8
- 1 min
Katipō
Words by Sarah Caroline Bell It took us a long time to make a campfire that night. Gotta get driftwood, you said. Pick it up carefully,...
Guest Writer
- Jul 8
- 1 min
Waikawa Beach
By Chris Girven Dad is picking up shells for the garden Mum is sitting and watching Ben is washing his hands in the water So particularly...
Guest Writer
- Jul 8
- 1 min
8:00am in khandallah
Izzy Christie under the shallow / the tempered porcelain below the wave / waits the rubber duck emulsified into congealed butter / i am...
Zia Ravenscroft
- Jul 8
- 1 min
sixteen minutes
sixteen minutes into saturday
and my arm is unbroken.
Guest Writer
- Jul 8
- 1 min
The Fourth Day
By Larry McMyler I hold my hands skin-searingly close to a fire of my father’s making. I am ten, not yet old enough to drink my warmth...
Mauatua Fa’ara-Reynold
- Jul 8
- 1 min
Unfinished Ritual
Words by Mauatua Fa’ara-Reynolds The fabric of our skin was paperbark. Unravelled my tapa to unravel your tapu. Phrygian shepherd...
Guest Writer
- Jul 8
- 1 min
Backfire!
Look out at the grasslands, gulp, and get going.
Better guzzle some water. Pretend you’re Rango, a reptile seeking power
Guest Writer
- Jul 8
- 1 min
Mirror Burn
By Sofia Drew After Louise Glück It was October and each second was rimmed with light such clean light. This was, for me, an...
Guest Writer
- May 27
- 2 min
rx: your love.
Words by Rex (he) there’s a beautiful myth wherein werewolves are simply men in love, and if those whom they love call their names, they...
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