Kiluwe, oh Kiluwe: a song of mist and ice

Michael Dom It is a rare pleasure to come across a poem which rises above the common, well beyond the ordinary, far from the expected, one which soars and, in doing so, lifts us up with it, allowing us to live inside it, then stand beside it and to marvel at the grandeur we behold.Continue reading “Kiluwe, oh Kiluwe: a song of mist and ice”

Voices of Independence: echoing back with nothing new to say

Michael Dom (August 2017) In Samoa there are many people who recall with only partly contrived awe that some of their early national missionaries were eaten by New Guineans. While holidaying there recently I gladly explained to a few people who asked me about this event that ‘we ate only the bad ones’. But maybeContinue reading “Voices of Independence: echoing back with nothing new to say”