#59. Right To The City

A controversial poem I wrote as areflective piece challenging my own place in embedding inequalities in PNG cities. Whether we acknowledge it or not, the urban elite merely just "being" are creators of inequality.

#53 What can a Liklik Bisnis get from a Visa Debit Card?

My aunty learns how to save time with her Visa Debit Card while we sit in the hauswin.

#49 Poem- Skyline

A poem about city living.

#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.

#46 Poem: Behind Steel Bars

'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.

#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. …

#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 …

#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 …

#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.

#36 A New Turn

I am almost 30, though it feels as if though I have been 'almost 30’ for a while now and I am noticing the meanderings of my writing.