when I return home, I pray not to find you there, love is not enough reason to hold you inside, you’re thorns that wouldn’t turn roses. Tomide Abdul

dialogue can solve anything. where I from, the father must feed his sons with stories, wisdom, wine. my father taught me that when the family feuds, nobody wins. inside this house, one person’s loss is everyone’s peace is better than war. i and my father would go hunting, he would tell me about many great […]

Thinking on paper to be everything that a man wishes. death is key in the platter of dishes. so is making sufficient money. life is bitter and having is honey. earth is water that betrays us, fishes. of what use am I in the midst of men with money, and mine is to say amen? […]

if you love a noun, use adjectives and don’t let go, letting it/them go is preparing for their return, or banishment, as memorable as a journey is, it’s either au revoir or à bientôt, the beginning is not freedom, it may be another type of chain, the end is not peace or rest, it may […]

Thank you very much Is a very scarce commodity For they compare what you give To what they imagine Is your total possession. Learn the act and art, Of acting as though The giver gave her all And you received all. For you can’t afford anything And she gave all she can afford. Bose

The girl hanging as a mural wears a sour face. her skin is the color of stars and her hair is the flames in oceans. If I try to be at peace with my thoughts she transforms into a white smoke living excessively in my liver. healing the wrinkles of loneliness stretching my face to […]

Open sesame In this house, I’m in a black room I can’t see, so I find a space my hands feel it’s not a sliding window deep inside, I pray it is a louvered door In this house, the ceiling is low I don’t feel air passing by my fear strangles me by the neck […]

a coalition of water bodies leads a flowing river to a still pond. the rough fetcher. the calm and troubled swim. give me water to drink. cook. pour me dirt from the shores. I am the dumb frog that can’t jump. the spoken word that needs a chain. she is the flowing water that burns. […]

What colour is my nose? With a face that matches the name baritone in sync with the Adam’s apple Crunchy as an apple; With this one, it is always crunch time Crunch crunch, words, and sentences; Rolling out in paradoxes and nonexistent figures of speech This innovator! Particular about color, I wonder if he has […]

the candle will find a way to illuminate e’en if it’s broken. Tomide Abdul