By Kimberley Pearson I am not going to wait for anyone On shifting sands For I have solid rock In my hands And bitter words From the brightest stars Affected all the blue guitars They have danced slow dances And some they’ve cried Anguish in their chords They’ve paid homage to the dead Hummed a …
By Kimberley Pearson Another take down piece In the name of free speech Make your name on me Find fame in me Can they make you hate me The gullible and easily led Manipulation of the educated A social media invention No gatekeeper to stop any bullying Are they manufacturing your consent? Is it just …
By Kimberley Pearson When I wasA angel amongst the godsKings and princesThe great and the good Does ambrosia taste sweetAre there petals at your feetDo you somersault on the grassWere you there for his last rights Ephemera, Ephemera And what of Apollo and MarsDid they ever find DionysesAnd what of PersephoneWill spring ever come again …
By Kimberley Pearson If you look closely there is a tempest hidden beneath his eyes. I can read temperature from a distance. I can hear it in his tone or see it in his countenance. A cold front doesn’t always appear in the forecast. A hurricane can suddenly materialise on a whim. * From outside, …
God is the spirit that hovers over the Earth.His love moves on the breeze.His spirit moves on waves of soundLove is in every particle and cellEvery sense and every sound His being is both earth and sky, water and sun, animal and tree; the living blood of the universe. He is the air that we …
Overhead the kalbun sings the song of the rainforest. Borrowing birdsong and melodies. Singing a song not its own, a mimic, an ever-changing soundtrack to the scenery below. * The mountain has three names. Dumburrin. Jambreen. Wongelpong. All are Tamborine. The mountain is viewed by some from the north, by some from the south and by …
How women brought peace to bougainville Matrilineal and beautiful; women are the traditional leaders of Bougainville. Freda Talao, PNG mainland human rights lawyer and mediator, describes her first-hand account of the role of women played in bringing peace to Bougainville. In the words of Freda Talao, “Women care about people; men care about infrastructure.” “The …
A song that greets me like an old friend,She’s heard me cryShe knows my history,Like a song reminds you of a sweet memory,A time of healingA soundtrack to tragedy,A crossroads in timeA moment of clarity,The sweet sound of musicTo childhood reverieShe wraps me in comfort,And reminds meLife has been good …