| apathy, lackluster or more | this it seems, a chore the way we recite. what’s more is, it’s poor the way we write. what was before was angst, the kind that might spiral, make you abhor apathy, lackluster or more, the outcome of a ‘zealess’ rewrite. but not anymore. now, we look less for […]

we dey wait for ’am dey wait hin alam Trump tok this one no be scam Putin dey feel bam, tick tok. please don’t make us scram don’t make peace be sham warlock. Ruddapoet

half the time we grin we get to squeeze skin we hold, dribble in the spin borrow from within. we’re told it works well with gin than it does with sin unfold. /liː.ɒnl ɛtʃə/

back then, I felt light my eyes closed at night that year to dream felt so right I was a bird and kite not fear. either way, my flight was more than this height. oh, dear. Ruddapoet

We know to weave our dreams Branching off from that one tree So it can survive our weight Hold us out like a torch to the sky If we go off this trail We know to pick up from here again Through roots that travel deep And know how to survive the drought Over the […]

I do not forget how we grew, every alphabet described a person. people pretended ‘p’ personified pretense. in poor places, preachers committed sins in rich mountains, butterflies were bees. there were abnormal days in dates where the whole week made us weak due to scars from seeing a rainbow. stealing was the same as sarcasm […]

from this drop of water, I hope to quench my thirst, to keep some for the road, to kiss my desires à bientôt. this museum is a walking one, it’s a home with no sofa, it’s a library with no shelves, it’s a golfer without a stick. I watched you hastily leave because of the […]

These prayer mats are filters since heaven is below It sieves the frivolities and lets the prayer through So when this crying laughter comes crashing down on it like a child learning to walk, like a heavy man’s stumble, like rain, It will sieve it as joy, as the prayer of a man who has […]