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Aug 27, 2024 | 
wordchristchurch.co.nz | Airana Ngarewa |Catherine Taylor |Talia Marshall |Tayi Tibble
“Imagination is a form of courage” – Janet FrameOn the day that marks the centenary of the trailblazing Aotearoa writer Janet Frame’s birth, our festival guests Catherine Taylor (UK), Sasha taqwšəblu LaPointe (USA), Tayi Tibble (Te Whānau ā Apanui, Ngāti Porou) Talia Marshall (Ngāti Kuia, Rangitāne o Wairau, Ngāti Rārua, Ngāti Takihiku) and Airana Ngarewa (Ngāti Ruanui, Ngāruahine, Ngā Rauru) explore their own moments of imagination and courage.
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Aug 18, 2024 | 
wordchristchurch.co.nz | Tayi Tibble
Sasha taqwšəblu LaPointe is a poet and essayist from the Upper Skagit and Nooksack Indian tribes. Award-winning poet Tayi Tibble is a writer from Te Whānau ā Apanui and Ngāti Porou. Coast Salish and East Coastie. Join these bougie natives for readings and a discussion about the ‘kinship’ they’ve experienced touring together and publishing as Indigenous women in the world.
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Apr 24, 2024 | 
thespinoff.co.nz | Tayi Tibble
A poem by Wellington writer Tayi Tibble. Hoki MaiShe kisses him goodbye with her eyes still wet and alight from their last swim in the Awatere river. At the train station celebration, she leads the Kapa Haka but her voice keeps breaking under and over itself like waves. Like last night, on the riverbank, between the moss and the baby’s-breath, where he had kissed her sticky until she cried out from her chest.
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Mar 18, 2024 | 
thecreativeindependent.com | Tayi Tibble
Poet Tayi Tibble discusses perspective, writing for your readers, and what it means to be coming-of-age. Poetry, Process, Identity, Inspiration, Education Highlights on You’ve wanted to be a writer since the age of eight. Do you remember what sparked this decision? I think two things. Writing was the one thing I would get praise for at school.
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Mar 11, 2024 | 
poetryfoundation.org | Tayi Tibble
Rinsing the sea salt out of our bikinis with the drinking water and getting a slap upside the head from your mother with her House & Garden magazine reserved especially for fanning away mosquitoes and sighing because we know that this is how it’s always going to be because this is how it’s always been because for thirteen years it seemed that life was nothing but a succession of hot summers and we were sure that we were Tangaroa’s daughters, the way we adapted to each turn in the river. And I...
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Feb 15, 2024 | 
publishersweekly.com | Tayi Tibble |Kwame Alexander |Hala Alyan |Joyelle McSweeney
Māori poet Tibble (Poukahangatus) meditates on the turbulence of youth and the spiritual guidance of her ancestors in her sagacious and impishly outspoken second collection. These poems engage with overt and overlooked subjugation, the weight of expectation, and the quest for self-containment in piquant, virtuosic stream of consciousness fused with ripe sensuality and robust lyricism.
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Jan 8, 2024 | 
thebaffler.com | Tayi Tibble |Nevin Kallepalli
I said fuck I feel Māori when I’m swimming in a river. You looked at me with the sun escaping your grip. In the river we look for pounamu or gold orheart-shaped stones. I am hopeful. I tell you what I live for. Hot looks and hot summers. You teach me how to cook an egg on a rock,pick a big flat stone, carry the river in your handsand watch if the water dances off. I don’t like eggs but I like youI’m trying to get a good look at your face. Laugh for me babe, stick up the sun again.
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Dec 3, 2023 | 
newsbreak.com | Tayi Tibble
My ancestors ride wit me. They twerk on the roof of the Uber as I’m pulling up late to the party. They gas me full tank and yas me in the mirror as I summon them out of me with my mascara wands and glitter and every time I draw my eyes on Nana you encourage me to keep my chin lifted upwards, my eyes filling up with stars. I know I walk on salt blood water tears. I know the earth has been beaten down and made gangsta but sometimes, e hoas, I just want to party .
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Sep 25, 2023 | 
altaonline.com | Tayi Tibble
I started writing this poem last year while I was on book tour and traveling the West Coast. One afternoon in Los Angeles, I walked from Venice Beach to Santa Monica. I was nursing a new crush, and I was enjoying that period where you can sense that something might be going on but you’re not quite sure. I was also thinking about the man I had been seeing, and it occurred to me how “distant” we had always been—different cities, different stages of life, etc.
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Jul 3, 2023 | 
newyorker.com | Tayi Tibble
You can never live the same party twice & that makes me want to cry. That makes me want to get so high that even the stars start trying it on. Searching for Te Kore until I’m fully gone. Now we can start again. Kick the night up from the earth, in our platform boots, & let the light in. This is what made me tender like a pork bone boiling in every situationI could barely sit in. On the flax mat going at god for hours & hours. On the whenua calming Ruaumoko, while the police lasso the land.
