WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT AUĒ RONA:
"Reihana's poetry is absolutely stunning. Her revolutionary voice has a magical, ethereal quality about it. I always want to read more."
Anton Blank, Editor of Ora Nui, Maori Literary Journal
“Energetic, complex, filled with provocative imagery and luscious language.”
Mai Review Journal
“I love the mythic, edgy vision of Reihana’s poems.” Joy Harjo, acclaimed Native American poet, musician and author.
“In this compelling first collection, Reihana Robinson offers a nuanced re-imagining of the Maori Rona legend through lyrical poems of love, transgression and sorrow that flesh out and challenge the archetypal notion of the woman in the moon. Here Rona's voice alternates between worry for her children's future in a contemporary New Zealand and an ecstatic appreciation for the ambiguous stroke of luck that elevated her from the life of an ordinary woman eking out a difficult living to the consort and lover of a celestial being.” Janelle Elyse Kihlstrom, editor Melusine, or Woman in the 21st Century an online journal of literature and art
Praise for AUP New Poets 3:
“With Reihana Robinson there is a delightful Pacific Island flavour. Done exquisitely though and not patronisingly. I liked 'Thinking of my Father' best, I think. There is an air of authority about the poems that is not too obtrusive. And the speculation about Thai restaurants, fine. And, 'Waiting for the Palagi' - forever? There is much here that is worthy of some careful reading; highly recommended.”
Trevor Reeves, Southern Ocean Review
What the stars say
I hear bird bones crack, splinter.
I hear offal slosh in a bucket.
Matariki have seen it all before —
my star companions remain silent.
Have they gone mad?
Yes, mad as a meat axe.
I hear gunshots at the growing wall,
I hear laughter at cocktail hour
out of mouths as wide as mako shark.
The bleached face of Sirius gives no
clue, all are catching a ferry to the Isle
of the Blessed.
My ageless self trapped in a maimai —
who knows how temporary?
It seems I am lasting forever, as long as
I blush and quiver to see myself
related to this pale imitation of the gods.