Home - Pio Manoa

Beneath that tree is buried
the lifecord.
The energy that pulses
through that trunk,
up into those branches
is within us too
by a power of exchange,
of life-sharing…

The Rowers - Sudesh Mishra

Inclement weather. We’re rowing between two rocks

For a third which is palpable yet unreachable.

AmneSIA - Teresia Teaiwa

get real

we were always

just stepping stones

Pearls - Ahmed Sheik Koya

A pearl is not found in every oyster 

Only ones that endure a grit that comes to fester

Slowly its lacquered and covered with shiny plaster

It takes grit and time and no way to do it faster

And the grit is the start of the pearl of luster

Weaving stones - Valerie Bichard

Deep within the jungle

Where no missionary dared to tread

Part of my great-grandmother's finger lost

To calm the cannibal king

No girl child could be the family's firstborn

So in the night they fled

The tiles glittering - Melaia Taucilagi

The tiles glittering glowing clean, with a press the water flows
Hand basin to wash my hands, clean water and perfumed soap

Weaving - Cresantia Frances Koya-Vaka‘uta

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