if we wash our hands thoroughly an elder invites to a morsel a thing we do once is luck yesterday. today. tomorrow births consistency. consistency births perfection. perfection births mastery. mastery births a crown. a crown can be called a cap. a cap can be of any colour the crown. the cap. the colour. the […]

If consistency was a person. Grateful but more inspired Having seen it all, but still Finding joy in the small things Like a giant in a room Who knows how to walk gently For every poem, every other day, Almost sure as the dawning of a new day Thankful you are here Grateful you are […]

you know your knees are not the weakest part. your star is not the greatest art but you’ve built a gallery in most part to close the funeral door and allow the living live. you enter into yourself and exit a penumbra. too much magic obscures reality. too much you is dew and you, my […]

a happy heart with paid dowries serenading voice and innocent eyes a seeker will find true faith will guide embrace yours run from debts take time to heal I miss your pen a grateful mouth for dutiful acts flipping this coin has been throwing a woven hand fan it lands on the same side. there’s […]

I listen to your eyes loudly you wear a lens of innocence I’ve looked over your shoulders and the overweight it carries almost everyone else comes first today, it’s your beautiful sister tomorrow, it is BamBam, bro Mike, a child in Twad, a total stranger I’ve listened to your thoughts you’re a king too shy […]

truth is, every night is the same and i am a witness. malleable me. i as a cranky ceiling fan rotating and squeaking like a bed losing its mind. i as a window taking shot after shot from the wind trying to force their way in. i as a clock. every tick syncs with my […]

I will not call out your name My voice has become too familiar, so you ignore To say that these images are definitive of you means there is compression. The pixels on your face cannot be captured With no words, and my thoughts to myself I will sit by the window, awake in my sleep […]

it was in August of that year, how can i forget when i bore witness to how i struggled to breathe, to sit to eat – for once, i knew what it felt like not wanting to die. death is a painful process, i mean birth is a painful process to become something you are […]

Hello my blanket It’s so cold And i need you to be more sensitive. Wrap yourself around me And stop being difficult More often i don’t see you I wake and you have left my feet bare While sometimes, you go off to play Instead of attending totally to my needs The harmattan is not […]

the earth quenched her thirst again dried up your blood & feasted as we cried watching us doubt, as we clenched our faith the sand misses the quality of your steps in hand-stitched Italians that you loved all your promises are phoenixes with ashes all of mine are now blamed on lack of time this […]