PAPERLESS POETRY IS MORE THAN WORDS.IT'S THE DAWN DANCING ATOP THE SEATHE SILHOUETTES BEYOND THATTHE STARS WHEN THE MOON LEAVESAND THE RAIN ON THATCHED ROOFS.THE SOUND OF HOME AFTER THE LONGEST TIME.IT'S THE SMILE FROM ACROSS THE ROOMIT'S THE SILENCE AFTER THE LAUGHTERTHE FIRST HAND TO TOUCHTHE FIRST STEP OF LIFEFORGETTING TO SAY ITAND REMEMBERING … Continue reading #74 Paperless Poetry
This poem describes a very visceral experience I had to reconcile how fragile my own stage of privilege was. The poem captures a hypothetical where a lady notices poverty, between the alleyways, the exact moment her own privilege is realized, causing her to scurry away in guilt. Alleyways, for me, represent a darker side to the urban environments - as places where things happen in the shadows. It occupies a particular space within popular urban colloquialism as being dark and seedy.
Where Have All The Bataflais Gone? Lo’ citi* ol igat olgeta samting Lo’ citi ol i no sot lo wanpla samting Igat rot, igat wara, igat kapa haus Igat lo, igat stoa,igat haus sik na skul Pulim ol man meri i lusim bus giraun ikam Pulim ol ikam sindaun lo' bikples taun Na lusim ol … Continue reading #68 Tok Pisin Poetry: Where Have All The Bataflais Gone?
A poem about PNG women challenging engrained assumptions. They contend with gender and embedded assumptions about race.
In my more contemplative years, I learned of the phrase "empty drums made a lot of noise". Deaf, I was at the time, a bit too young to understand but I still hear it now. Those solemn words still echo through the chambers of my memory. Sometimes they'd take the voice of Mr Manjawi, our … Continue reading #51: Prose- Empty Steel Drums Make A Lot Of Noise
'Being' back home is earthed in contending with the issues of safety and security, whether imagined or real. This is a take on living behind fences.
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