I’m trying to get into the habit of writing new poems to read at each event I participate in as the Poet Laureate, and I knew that for my in...

Chris joined us at the National Library recently for the opening of   Long Waves of our Ocean: New responses to Pacific poems  and premiered...

The National Library is delighted to celebrate National Poetry Day by announcing Chris Tse of Wellington as the New Zealand Poet Laureate fo...

The whale, says Jonah, is the black night filled with terrible screams. The whale is missiles that winnow the grain from the wheatfields. Th...

Before, as it was, it was mostly black, dark beaks, polished talons, feathers, a black regime drenched in the melancholy black of rains that...

Aotearoa's white peaks spyhop above waves, seeking albatross worlds of mislaid moons. Screeching kākā skim fast through tree-tops. Parāo...

Matariki's eyes are fiery in the night. Feather-shawled mountains gleam their beaks. Great trunks, sawn through, tumble and tilt. Bold c...

Once far to the back, now far out in front, to bear the brunt and wear the shame, the minister for health arrives by stealth; children have ...

Kia hiwa ra! Kia hiwa ra! The National Library of New Zealand Te Puna Mātauranga o Aotearoa is seeking nominations for the New Zealand Po...

The End of History 1989, when the fall of Berlin's wall chiselled away loose masonry, brought promise for humanity, as tank man stood t...