Bleeding Heart
“Nawa oh, why you come day do like woman?” — Semilore Kilaso. the place you address to as home detest seeing the saltwater washed ashore the lids of your…
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Homestretch
i wake to her hoot & the flapping of her wings a new bird on my windowsill spilling the dawn across the drapes it is a new day to…
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My Mother Is Growing Old & It Scares Me
that one night | she, too, will become a labyrinth | for ghosts returning home | & under a burning roof | we’d pray for rain…
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Mother and I
Mother seated beside me is an event of photograph I am yet to attend. The virtual is in the perception of an outsider’s view; it’s never a bird’s view of…
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History 101
“Howdy, scholars! Welcome to class. What colours don your country’s flag?” “Green, yellow, blue & white!!” Márçia wasted no time. “Red! With a white cross,” Liam chorused. “Red, yellow and…
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Where the Dead Can Finally Die
ii [12:00am] A boy cannot ignore the tantrums in every repose. Nothing remains calm that is calm forever. Even the Dead: His father, ghost-rizzling into the dried leaves …
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What the Medicine Man Said & Soccer Viewing Centre
WHAT THE MEDICINE MAN SAID The advert blasting from the megaphone on the dusty, white van bordered on vitriol. The advert was for herbal medicine & the speaker had a…
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Ode to Homeliness & Other Poems
WHAT IT IS ABOUT NAMES every word i say is an alley between two walls [worlds] it’s the story of my name as melodies void of recognition as the stench…
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