As dark as your first two steps away

By Angela Liu My eyes were pouring, my sobbing’s as loud as a giant’s and my mind’s overflowing with wild, crazy thoughts. It was as dark as your first two steps away. Music’s at its highest, confessions to friends and family. Even the silence was revving like a racing car. It’s deafening. It was asContinue reading “As dark as your first two steps away”

Malan

By Gregory Bablis Poem written on Saturday 01 May 2021 sitting underneath shade trees at Malan Raun Wara. Malan Patterning the waterRipplesBouncing off the surfaceReflectionsRolling into the shallowsWavesDoorway to a safer placeCoral lagoonGiving cooling shadeTreesSulka spirit of the placeMalanGerman colonial activitiesZungen / Tongue PointPopular Tok Pisin descriptorRaun waraBaining head watersMadaingepesWho came here first?Mother Earth.

Independence poetry by Elizah Duna

Forty five Forty five years of Independence, not as colony. We are free from colonial rulers. Forty five years of unity, not division. We are free from colonial rulers. Forty five years of freedom, not captivity. We are free from colonial rulers. Forty five years of justice, not injustice. We are free from colonial rulers.Continue reading “Independence poetry by Elizah Duna”

BRIDE PRICE?

By Lorna Saguba ‘Bride Price’ Is your WORD, your DEFINITION! Not our Language, Your perception, Instilled in our people, Twisted our reactions, Sold as our TRUTH, And yet, ‘Bride price’ is not our Word, our Language. About UN-CHERISHED lives. Your Perception. ‘GIFT’ Is our WORD, Our DEFINITION! Our Language, Our perception, In realizing GAIN andContinue reading “BRIDE PRICE?”

Our young poets are ‘the hopes that we bear in spite’

MICHAEL DOM “Remote models require assimilation. You can learn from the past with little risk of merely aping it as you might ape your contemporaries, or the generation just before your own. A young poet impatient with the assumptions and styles of the present might look for springboards and encouragements in another time.” Robert PinskyContinue reading “Our young poets are ‘the hopes that we bear in spite’”