The last time a storm brewed around this area,
It started in my heart.
The trees danced and swayed and shook
Like tall monsters howling
Baskets, buckets, clothes wiggled in the air
Like a tornado Continue reading Towards Nostalgia
On an evening swallowed by dusk,I tread a narrow path to the streamwhere many feet had trod.New steps erase the prints of those before,etching signs that whisper,Souls have treaded this route.The dusty leaves wave at me,as they are tossed by thegentle evening breeze.Getting to the lip of the river,I marvel at how it has swelled, likethe milky breast of a nursing mother;it swelled like a … Continue reading Bare Feet
Less visibly tragic than expected, less cinematic in its appeal: No resurgent dinosaur rampaging through the street, trampling parked cars & injuring billboards The sky is still its sure azure, the mountains still maintain their mammoth masses. Yet skeptics are now more than certain of the world’s ending. Evolutionists say bipedalism marked man’s ascendance to the zenith of Animalia. Soon as we woke to … Continue reading Between Man and Machine
The blood beneath my skin is white when you place it under the white lights. I remember that January, its crisp touch of bright mistSpreading. I remember Allen, his body a home we haveJust returned to, after hearing that dozens of mothersJumped off Third Mainland bridge into their children’sFuneral. The elegies were inherited, almost lyrical thatThe Newspapers clouded the day, full of listeners.They did know … Continue reading Desire
“My poems stem from the natural things we overlook, I might see a bird on my balcony, and look at the colorful sky and try to make juxtaposes of these images with a man who’s fed up of life and I try to connect all of these images and I write a story, or poet with all of these”- Umar Farouk Adeiza Continue reading “I just write”
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