Books

  • lies the salient sycamore tree

    WORDS: neither near nor far from theelies the salient sycamore treeto its right desire asks destinyto speak on faith enmity. neither near nor far from theelies the salient sycamore treeto its left life ask deaththe essence of the final breath neither near nor far from theelies the salient sycamore treein the middle pleasure asks painwhich Read more

  • lessons

    WORDS: a burial in the carcases of the heart;doesn’t always mean its broken.it sometimes contains:pain, secrets, treasures.morgue and morbid goodbyes,are weft in tears or weaved in courageand threw at graves.twine pain and throw it over the horizon.life is bleak.so everything found- keep.sometimes we weave confidence in our palms.and embroidery smiles on our faces.some days, laughter Read more

  • language

    WORDS: the indigenous mouth is colonised by a new speech,do not ask oceans to cross borders for old words.at the periphery, language is under siege.her shudders roar like a legion of hummingbirds. in agony her pain reverbs into a stolen screechwatch it weep in its etymology it shares one-thirdof reading, writing and speaking to be Read more

  • lamentations

    Under the scarlet sky silence probed sadness for seven despondent days.  Self-esteem is a lining that finds itself breaking and repairing itself again.  Two entities cramp till they bleed hope or fear and cry in pain about crimson nightmares.  Aches and tenderness massage the nodes                       till it swells upheaving like a wave then ask Read more

  • ivory song

    WORDS: the lurid sun hauled the dawn across the sere plainsand the silent soil spins its dust to the other side.with the watering hole minding its business for once.a forewarning of what is and yet to come,under the mid-summer dream in the haze of the Serengeti. ancient melodies recite with tearsbringing the gusts of the Read more

  • if i had words like a poet

    WORDS: I want to write aboutthe incandescent skies;the nebulous horizons;the midsummer mists;then get lost in the skies that words;commanded to remain blue. I want to write aboutadapting the ums in my speech,metamorphosing songsmerging metaphors to become melodies I want to write aboutyou, mine, and thee.wanderlust with subjects:probe predicates:meet with metaphors. I want to write about Read more