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...

Hope is a beautiful thing.

“Hope is a beautiful thing,” Mother will always tell me. And it was true what she said, One could see it when she smiles and also in her blue eyes. There’s this solid assurance in...

The Dove that dove into the bushes.

To that dove with no shoulders How did your long neck reach here? How did you answer the call? Before now you were asleep, All of a sudden, awake. and breathing much more harder. This dove loves to...

How can I love you less?

Your thoughts just turn on their own The scent of your timely rain your indescribable clouds your hug that is a bracelet that ties me to your soft breasts. How can this boy love you less when your...

Our Twist of Fate

To those ones on the cliff edge, forget your soul, hold the wind. Try everything, try to float. Don’t make a boat from a tree, A ladder may be useful. Think when putting on fire, Cause it may never...

A Subtle Rhyme

You’ll read this poem word for word, line by line, Until you feel that your hearts heal and you are fine and cool and calm. The rhymes will flood your veins like blood and soothe like balm. Ink...

A Reply To You

The issues of life flow straight from the heart Guard your heart well. What is a cell From a dark cart To why we live And why we die. Wings do not fly Why do you grieve? Just play your part And live...

Socially Awkward

How do we talk without our lips moving? gods that don’t teach smiles that don’t preach. Divorcing ring Phone calls and text. Early late nights Gram and its lights Facebook and next, What do you bring...

Songs About A Well

In memory of what gathers people, The hole that gives and all that lives. It’s our steeple It feeds our hope. Thirst the thirsty Accurately. The fetchers rope is one angle If you agree. That is a...

My Lineage

Mine is of a line of greatness a page of hope, a strong black rope. The King on chess, a soft flower. A starting light we burn at night we’re that tower of more than less. Our fires are of wild...