Poetry: In Memory of Libya Again!

I’ve heard stories that churned my insides Of poverty, war, lips and limbs maimed Of a city where a head had a price The sun and moon set not for the wise Sky, covered in red, green and black...

WEIRDER THAN FICTION

First there was a road Then many more appeared It turned into a maze There were doors, many doors. I woke up from the dream But on Aladdin’s mat We were flying so fast. My hands started turning...

I OWE NO ONE

I’ll build castles in the air with bricks Break banks before I visit the six I’ll be good or I will leave for crime Life is short so I’ll pay me in time. I’ll let ignorance...

Suicide Stricken

This well of hot tears would dry up The side-sadness would drown in time The earth is always ready to feed On every leaf that leaves a tree Aren’t we supposed to fight our demons And become...

Ladders in the Sky

There are where I want to grow my wishes, some of them are just clouds that look like true wishes. If I look into the sky and see snakes and ladders, I become a night sound hushed by true wishes. If...

SESAME STREET

Rosita is my favorite, digging through dirt, Do not lure Grover to a pile of dirt. Most times, the best things are yellow, Like big birds feathers glows with no dirt. Not all cookie masters have...

What Do You Fear?

I’m afraid of the dark When your dark hands The wiper of my face The strength of my love I cannot feel I’m afraid of lack The picture of ruptured Sudan Hollow eyes, breath- in tummies And...

One Day…

Will that moment ever come? Will my darting eyes forget to roam? There is a morning that shines the brightest The smile you give will be the cutest Forget old steps, your dance will be the latest...

Just or unjust?

Can good be really bad What did I do this time around I have cried in the rain The river must swallow the stream To judge or not to judge Is a function of your stand Which mountain obstructs your...

Womb or the Tomb

Does the earth swallow what it makes? How does the ground not have headaches? Today we are spewed from it belly like that fish and tomorrow swallowed against our wish. Tales of what and how to...