A poem about city living.
Category: Prose and Poetry
#47- Missing pieces of home
There is a sense of the change in the wind as young, worldly, educated and globally mobile Papua New Guineans are slowly trickling back into PNG after spending their formative years abroad.
#45 Memories of a city in the Far North
I watch dusk descending before a mountainous silhouette casting shadow upon shadows- a reprieve from summer sweat. A city flickers on. In tune - a deft chorus. Homes light up. Car lights on. Street lights up. Guide lights on. And lights illuminating the rust-stained sky, glimmer into the evening under a sea full of stars. … Continue reading #45 Memories of a city in the Far North
#44 Poem: Sorcery Related Violence in PNG
Poem about Sorcery Related Violence. It is a screwed up society, if superstition is being treated as grounds for a criminal offence. Where to start, I don't know. I'd ask God but he doesn't seem too care too much right now.
#43 Nau mai rā
- I feel a June chill sting my bones. I meet a strange land in the stillness of the night: I find my bones longing for the damp, cold, chill. The kind that lasts through grey endless months of dreaded wet weather. You know. - where long white clouds give way to dark grey skies. … Continue reading #43 Nau mai rā
#42 How the Coconut got its face.
There was a village in a time before the moon entered the skies where trial fighting, magic and the daily life coexisted. In this village a girl lived with her family. She always had a curious mind that her father knew all too well so he promised her to a young warrior in the village. … Continue reading #42 How the Coconut got its face.
#40 My Poetry in 2017: Caffeinated Sex, PNG and Cairns
I want to end this year with a look back on my writings and musings throughout the year, marking the first year that I spent understanding how best to 'tell ones story', as it is often the hardest thing to do. Though I have tries exploring different forms of writing, I have enjoyed the voice … Continue reading #40 My Poetry in 2017: Caffeinated Sex, PNG and Cairns
#39 A Journey Back Home (Poem)
I wondered Into the day To find where I belonged, Leaving time and space before me, Feet after feet - A growing distance. In front, I was drawn into eyes, Shimmering beneath blistering sunsets. Each time wondering, Whether sunrise would bring me back over the horizon. And I held my breath. Each time, In belief … Continue reading #39 A Journey Back Home (Poem)
#38 When It All Began (I left before I was gone)
Every wondering soul is looking for something bigger then them. I secretly sympathise with crushed cans on roadsides for reasons that I cannot quite explain. This is an attempt to make sense of these seemingly divergent points.
#32 The Good in Bugandi Secondary
A piece I wrote that was recently cross published on mylandmycountry.