Tart was a term aimed at wāhine toa who were confident, outspoken, and Indigenous – mana wāhine who were our nans, mums, aunties, and sisters. As staunch advocates for social justice, they questioned the establishment, including the literary gatekeepers of the time.
Hibiscus Tart gives a seriously fan-gurly nod to this radical cohort of mana wāhine. It’s for all you bloody tarts out there doing the hard mahi, equalising the playing field, feeding the fam, calling the karanga, surviving, representing, past, present and future.
Longlisted for the Ockham New Zealand Book Awards for Poetry (2025)
& some of the other nominees must have been a very high standard for this quirky little volume to have only made the long list.
This poems were very much in the kiwi idiom.
From dark passenger (& yes, I'm tolerating one of my least favourite poetry devices - all lower case)
pete ha! whadda joker last seen in Perth surfing under the sun blazing as always
& this book features another of my unfavourite poetry devices (fragments) & one of the fragments he calls her a bitch again is one of my favourite poems in this book.
I must be getting soft in my old age.
What first drew me to this book? The luscious cover of course! The dedication page doesn't make it 100% clear, but it looks to be from an oil painting by Kansas Smeaton.