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Tena Koe e Robert Sullivan — Aotearoa’s New Poet Laureate

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Robert Sul­li­van in sup­port at Hone Tuwhare’s Crib Open­ing, Kaka Point 21st Oct 2022

The Tuwhare Trust is send­ing a BIG MIHI AROHA to Robert Sul­li­van (Nga­puhi, Kai Tahu) today as he is hand­ed the toko­toko of Aotearoa’s Poet Lau­re­ate to hold for the next three years (2025–2028). We are SO thrilled to hear this news. Robert is an extra­or­di­nary poet, sto­ry­teller and voice for our times. Nga mihi e hoa, Hone would be proud, we are all so very proud of you.

The Tuwhare Whanau. XX


New Tuwhare Residency Fellows Announced

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The Hone Tuwhare Trust is proud and excit­ed to announce the 2025–26 suc­cess­ful Tuwhare Res­i­den­cy Pro­gramme recipients.

Te Kaituhi o Tuwhare Cre­ative Writ­ing Res­i­dent is Nadine Hura (Nga­puhi, Ngati Hine, Pakeha).

Te Pane Kaka o Tuwhare Poet­ry Res­i­dent is Isla Huia (Te Ati Haunui-a-Paparan­­gi, Uenuku).

Te Ringa­toi o Tuwhare Cre­ative Res­i­dent is Ash­leigh Zim­mer­man (Kai Tahu).

It is a priv­i­lege and a plea­sure to be able to sup­port these artists through the Tuwhare Res­i­den­cy Pro­gramme, and to wel­come them into our Tuwhare Trust whanau and wider cre­ative community.

Oran­ga­tonu­tan­ga, aro­ha, te reo Maori and a deep con­tem­pla­tion of Te Taiao were themes through­out the suc­cess­ful appli­cants’ pro­posed plans for their res­i­den­cies. It will be excit­ing to see the world through their cre­ative lens­es as a result of being res­i­dent in Hone Tuwhare’s crib at Kaka Point.

The res­i­den­cy pro­gramme not only hon­ours Hone Tuwhare’s extra­or­di­nary lit­er­ary lega­cy but also plays a vital role in fos­ter­ing Maori and Aotearoa cre­ative voic­es nation­al­ly. By ele­vat­ing indige­nous voic­es, our aim is to con­tribute to a rich­er, more expan­sive nation­al cul­tur­al dialogue.

Pre­vi­ous Tuwhare Res­i­den­cies have been held by Tame Iti (Ngai Tuhoe, Te Arawa, Waika­to), Tracey Tawhiao (Ngai te Ran­gi, Whaka­to­hea, Ngati Tuwhare­toa) and Ati Teepa (Tuhoe, Kai Tahu).

Gen­er­ous fund­ing from Cre­ative New Zealand and the Sar­good Bequest has sup­port­ed the Tuwhare Res­i­den­cy Pro­gramme and we are so very grateful.

Mau­ri Ora!!

Tuwhare Residency Programme — Applications are open now until June 1, 2025.

By News

Call­ing poets, cre­ative writ­ers and artists!!! The Tuwhare Trust is wel­com­ing appli­ca­tions for the new­ly devel­oped Tuwhare Res­i­den­cy Pro­gramme. We have 3 res­i­den­cies available:

  • Te Pane Kaka o Tuwhare — The Hone Tuwhare Poet­ry Residency
  • Te Ringa­toi o Tuwhare — The Hone Tuwhare Cre­ative Residency
  • Te Kaituhi o Tuwhare — The Hone Tuwhare Cre­ative Writ­ing Residency

This oppor­tu­ni­ty gives 3 cre­atives — a poet, an artist and a cre­ative writer — the chance to stay, write, think and cre­ate in Hone Tuwhare’s crib at Kaka Point. We invite you to explore these res­i­den­cies and apply! Appli­ca­tions close June 1 2025.

The res­i­den­cies are made pos­si­ble with thanks to sup­port from Cre­ative New Zealand and The Sar­good Bequest. The Tuwhare Trust is tru­ly grate­ful for this as it enables us to sup­port Aotearoa’s writ­ers and creatives.

Head to this link Tuwhare Res­i­den­cy Pro­gramme — The Hone Tuwhare Char­i­ta­ble Trust to find out more — and apply.

Nau mai, haere mai koutou ma.

The Tuwhare Trust would like to thank our supporters, partners and friends.

Friend

Do you remember
that wild stretch of land
with the lone tree guard­ing the point
from the sharp-tongued sea?

The fort we built out of branches
wrenched from the tree
is dead wood now.
The air that was thick with the whirr of 
toe­toe spear suc­cumbs at last to the grey gul­l’s wheel.

Oys­ter-stud­ded roots 
of the man­grove yield no fin­er feast
of sil­ver-bel­lied eels, and sea-snails
cooked in a rusty can.

Allow me to mend the bro­ken ends
of shared days: 
but I want­ed to say
that the tree we climbed
that gave food and drink 
to youth­ful dreams, is no more.
Pursed to the lips her fine-edged
leaves made whis­tle — now stamp
no silken trac­ery on the cracked
clay floor.

Friend,
in this drear
dream­less time I clasp
your hand if only to reassure
that all our jew­elled fan­tasies were
real and wore splen­did rags.

Per­haps the tree 
will strike fresh roots again:
give sooth­ing shade to a hurt and 
trou­bled world.