One vision. Six doves. Green sated cosmoses precede, Orange wastelands. I have seen this picture somewhere. Who is in? Who is out? In whose mind do these events remain afloat?…
Oblivion beckons again, like a can of beer dripping in chill sweats, after a brief elevation of my encumbered soul by a fleeting lightning. It’s all dark and I can’t…
losing its melody. This time the music is a stream in another mouth, but isn’t language like molten metal? A name is a shifting reflection of what frames it:…
SOME VERSES OF WISDOM After reading Mary Oliver Some random days, I just sit out there in the balcony, watching the trees and listening to the birds chirping, whistling…
What’s Love? Can I do without? Leave the heart sober, I’ll make a red hot spring at where the tributary was Something for tourists, in the aftermath Had to pick…
Sadness in my Bone Geraldine, we should visit the beach often I believe mama’s ghost lives in the current of the wind __ it gallops across the ripples like…
Blue and white painted tricycles, Loudspeakers blast Wizkid and Mr Eazi in cosy corners where virtue is easy. life is easy here, money goes faster than it comes, but not…
FERIAL MOHAMED Busyness is a ghost school. Hurt disappears in traffic but does not vanish. And then a thread swoops through the metal eye. A still moment of missing…