Speak Say Share
The healing power of poetry and storytelling in times of crises
An Anthology of Family Voices
Celebrating Creativity
Kia Maia, Kia Whiti
Dare to Shine
Hummingbird Time
One red moon, beware
Two red moons, death will follow
Three, hummingbird time
Zone Into Your Creative Power
Speak Say Share
Our Touchstones
Lethal Genius Dancing
I Saw Shadows Fall and Cry
Power Whisperers and Unspun Truths
I Heard Earth Cry … Please, Let Me Breathe
Treasures of the Sun
Are You Who I Think You Are?
Daisy Fields of Pain
Where Rainbows are Born
Something Called Me to the Wild
Kaleidoscope of Joy
Which Stars Belong to Me?
Faded Colours
The sun does not shine here. Has Helios forsaken us?
The world is bathed in feeble light and vibrant shadows
The world grows quiet. Does it hold its breath?
The angels are silent behind the clouds.
They dare not approach this place.
Do they wish they could?
If they could, would they hold us?
If they could, would they comfort us?
If they could, would they take our hands and
guide us away from the darkness?
We wrote Speak Say Share for all our loved ones.
For Kasper, Ruth and David’s son. And for our beloved Dad, David ‘T’ Tapueluelu Wolfgramm. We miss you both every day.
For our wonderful Mum, Georgina Horinana Kapa Hagger, who always reminds us that whilst happiness comes from within, it is made ever more meaningful when shared.
Finally, we dedicate Speak, Say, Share to our readers, who we hope will enjoy our insightful, often chaotic, but genuinely creative work.
Our Journey
Our family began writing this book when we were separated from each other during the global pandemic. We struggled emotionally when travel restrictions, quarantines, and lockdowns meant we couldn’t hug or hold those we love and cherish.
We tried our best to stay positive, connecting online whenever we could. At that time, we realised we could create something meaningful together. We decided to write poetry, haiku, and stories, and to share our words, images, and artwork.
Speak, Say, Share was born as a space to freely express our aroha, strength, and resilience.
We thank our gorgeous and talented family of poets, writers, and artists, from the bright imagination of nine-year-old Mason, to the enduring wisdom of our ninety-year-old matriarch Georgina.
Crimson
Fearsome Envy crept up one day
And stole her precious egg away
The Crimson one .... the fragile one
Once before had it reared its head
At the blood-soaked foot
Of the doctor’s bed
The defenders fold their arms
And look to each other
With glittering eyes
Cerulean, Medallion and Cinnabar
Aroused, Redress is ascending
Forged in the fires
And born under a War sign.
