Flesh is brief

Sadness is a meal I can eat. Like pork bones, I wrap my lips around it and suck. Salty, sweet, but ultimately unsatisfying. I’m left wanting more. Drop the bone onto the plate with a clatter. Flesh is brief. I’ll not go back. I’m done. I’m done. Ahh, but those sorts of promises are a […]


Yes, te reo is a taonga. But it’s not the same as Nana’s precious china, stored in a glass cabinet only to be rolled out on special occasions. Te reo is a living language, and we should be speaking, loving and celebrating it, every day of the year.