Funkhaus / Hinemoana Baker.

Mother -- If I had to sing -- Flohmarkt -- Fox -- Bird order -- The good ship -- Aunties -- Cousins -- December -- The mouth of the man from St Louis -- Narcissist advice column -- Narcissist alone -- Narcissist dips a finger -- Narcissist at lunch -- Massive tunnel borer -- When we hover -- Balkonia -- Waiata tangi -- Waitangi Day -- Look at what we fucking well have -- Friday night -- Knee, throat -- Filling in the grave -- He kanohi kitea -- Pinocchio Rex -- The fantasy of bringing an extinct species back to life -- The night we finally killed him -- Almanac -- I have no retirement plan -- Tongue -- The typical lightning bolt -- How to survive on a plinth -- Funkhaus -- One hit is not enough.

A queer / takatapui Maori writer living in Berlin, Germany since 2015, Hinemoana Baker brings a unique perspective both to and from the 'global North'. Drawing on the German meaning of the word 'funken' - to send a radio signal - her latest collection broadcasts unsettling songs of rebirth, love, friendship and alienation across homes and languages, to the living and to the dead. Funkhaus is home to big, punchy poems and shimmering delicacy, as well as Hinemoana's trademark humour. This book invites readers to tune out the crackle and static, and dial in their own receivers to a signal that has travelled a long way to reach them, no matter where they are.--Back cover.