poetry, prose, and the things i compose

Monday Week 4: Spring Equinox
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celebrating the spring equinox.

Friday Week 3: Independence

Saku starts breaking his rules.

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Monday Week 3: Independence

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tomorrow is the 50th anniversary of papua new guinea’s independence. this piece is a love letter to what our country used to be before contact, and a challenge to papua new guineans to do better. please note that this is only an excerpt of a much larger piece that lungol will be performing in person on gadigal land at the @artgalleryofnsw on wednesday 17th september at 6:00pm. entry is free and non-ticketed, so feel free to just show up. lungol’s performance will then be followed by a panel discussion, a yarn about art in papua new guinea, the diasporic experience and Indigenous futures. more information can be found at lungol.com/upcoming-events or via link in bio
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Friday Week 2: Father's Day

Saku and Laisa finally connect despite having slept together three times before.

Please note that this episode contains sexually explicit material.

Week 2.1: lullaby

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happy father's day! this poem is a reflection on my relationship with my father and on fatherhood in general. my dad is not perfect, but i am so proud of how far he has come. here's to healing generational curses and making life better for all of our children.

Friday Week 1: Spring

Saku wakes up in a stranger's bed, annoyed with himself for breaking one of his rules. No staying over.

Monday Week 1: Spring

my first poem is about so-called spring on dharug land and is dedicated to the first peoples of the dharug nation. it is an immense honour to live, love, and create on your ancestral lands. it always was, and always will be, aboriginal land. full piece available to read on substack.